After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean
colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the
party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees.
We aren't aware of that.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
