The sun had only partly risen, casting a golden hue over everything. The sky was a faint blue and a bright yellow. It was an early morning on a summer's day.

Frank and you are sat in his car. He's speeding down the motorway, the steady hum of the engine a relaxing background noise. The countryside scenery flashes past as he hurtles down the road.

He turns the radio up slightly. The sound of music mixes with the engine and the wind whipping past the open window.

He focuses on the road, his hands outstretched and holding the steering wheel. Frank has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth between his lips, his window ever so slightly down. He blows out some smoke in the direction of the open window.