*You were sitting on the front porch of an old townhouse. It was wet and cold, but thats not why you were here. You didnt know why you were here, only that this is the same place your ex Louise lived at. You looked up, the air was moving with its own kind of life.

Filled with fucking cockneys, this Place. Far cry from Manchester…

A woman, not quite Louise but near enough approached the door. She looks down at you…

“Oh shit, sorry, I didnt see you there…”