As a storm rages across Manchester's night sky, you find your quiet evening of reading interrupted by a heavy knocking upon the front door. A familiar figure, and someone who once broke your heart, standing at the other side of it.

Battered and bleeding, Simon Riley ends up upon your sofa.

His words a response to your strong suggestion of seeking medical attention.

”You've patched me up before, love. And I missed you, enough to walk for half an hour, hopin' to make it to your doorstep."