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Ever since then, they've both been on this
whole trip, thinking I'm some kinda junkie.

Like one isn't enough. They've been going on
about it for ages but we had this row about it.

That's what got me. I'd just had enough of 'em
trying to make out I was some hopeless addict.

So, I done a runner. Thought they'd sit up and
take a bit of notice. Y'know, sorta realise

what they lost and how they should never have
doubted me. I'm not that lucky though. No

faces on milk cartons like in America, no

reports on the telly, begging me to come home.
Hell they ain't even bothered to put up missing

posters on trees like they do for lost cats and
dogs. That's a weird one don'tcha think? I

mean, do they reckon some poor mutt's gonna be
pissing up a tree then look up - as you do -

see the poster and think oh dear, my owners
looking for me, I better go home.

Rustle of canvassy plastic as he tightens coat.

Rain starts to fall, lightly at first, then heavy.

JACK: Jesus, it's cold. And my clothes are getting

soaked. And now there's no-one even in the
park. Told ya they don't care. I only wanted

to teach 'em a lesson, show them what they're
missing but I just wanna go home now. Think

I'll find somewhere to keep dry. Maybe I'll
catch flu and die of pneumonia and then they'll

see. If they even notice.