From her vantage point, high above on the vertiginous precipice of the shopping mall roof overlooking the car park, Heather is contentedly finishing the last few steps of her cleansing, healing ritual. She had been meditating, looking at her tarot cards and crystals, burning sage and fragrant herbs and fixing her aura. Now she is finally in the right state of mind to begin her therapy, her emotional release. If Heather squints hard enough, she can just make out a black motorbike and some figures below whom she might recognise... Heather reaches for her phone, to shut off notifications and ensure she is not distracted...
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A song comes up on your earphones. Strangely enough, you recognise it; the favourite song of someone you knew...
MOTORBIKE RIDER (glancing at you)
-Who is your new friend, Annabel?
Annabel (she laughs as she holds onto him, squeezes him tighter and rests her head against his shoulders)
-oh, no-one you know, Finlay...
I AM TRYING TO BREAK YOUR HEART, Wilco
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3RQcPC8KY_gI am an American aquarium drinker
I assassin down the avenue
I'm hiding out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you?
Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning
Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers
This is not a joke, so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming
Take it from the inside, baby hold on tight
You were so right when you said that I've been drinking
What was I thinking when I said good night?
I want to hold you in the Bible-black predawn
You're quite a quiet domino, bury me now
Take off your Band-Aid because I don't believe in touchdowns
What was I thinking when I said hello?
I'd always thought that if I held you tightly
You'd always love me like you did back then
Then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking
What was I thinking when I let you back in?
I am trying to break your heart
I am trying to break your heart
But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy
I am trying to break your heart
>scream at Finlay (?) / Black Helmet Motorbike Rider: You! YOU! You are a RAPIST! I have proof... (play the voice messages)>If Heather sees Finlay, right now, with yet another girl... she might... harm herself. You did encourage her to climb onto the shopping mall roof... you need to go to her, now>ask Annabel awkwardly: er... so we are all going back to your house, right? I can tag along?>say to Natalie: I will take you home (Natalie looks utterly horrified at this prospect)>this feels like another artistic moment for you. Begin by shooting Annabel and Finlay in the face with your shotgun>looks like you are sleeping on the beach again. Walk away, alone>something else...? 
