The car purred to life and the tall shadowy figure of the boy she had the most earthshaking sex with a few nights ago gaped at her with contempt from behind the glass. She wanted to go home but first she needed to be one with the wind. She listened to the sound of the cars whooshing by and drank in the bubbly nature of the people heading into the Chinese owned supermarkets and knew she was finally home. Home always found her in her moments of despair...