(Narrating) I didn’t see Rowley for the next four nights. According to Matt, he hadn’t come in during the day either. I asked around, but the regulars weren’t that much help. Not surprising really, they all had their own lives to live, most preferring solitude. But on the fifth night, Rowley appeared, seated at the same table looking out of the window. So I grab a small bread roll and make my way over.

(Upset) Yes ... Yes he was. My husband, Geoff was ... well, he was driving home after, um ... after picking up Justin from school. The two of them were playing around, as they usually did and, er ... Geoff must’ve lost ... Oh God, it’s been so long since I talked about this.