My keys were missing, then I was lost in the city. When I eventually got home, someone else was living in my home. I broke in but was disturbed away before I could grab any possessions. The streets were grey and urban, wire fences and concrete, squalid doorways, it began to rain. I walked for hours, I knew no one, had no money, nowhere to go. What should I do? I sat down and realised I'd lost my coat somewhere. I was cold and wet. Eventually I wandered past a bar where some people I knew were drinking, no one even bought be a drink and so I wandered off again. This went on for some time, days, until I took a rented room (somehow) overlooking the sea. It was, well, nice.