You‘re walking through a lonely street of britain. You were a mess. Neurotic and paranoid about everything. As a murderer would. But you didn’t kill on purpose, did you?

You saw a solemn looking woman walking the opposite direction. What did that mean? Does she know? She couldn’t. She was a stranger after all. Is she on her way home? Why‘s she so sad? Well, not that you cared anyway. Why would you care about someone that isn’t you anyway? She doesn’t even seem to notice you.