There's something hard and square in the pocket of my coat. I can feel it pressing up against my hip where it's wedged against the door. I don't know what it is. Even when I wriggle my hand in and pull it out it's too dark in the back of the car to see. I turn it over and over. Hard plastic and lots of rough bits and holes and buttons.

We pass under some lamp posts and their orange lights comes in through the window. I'm holding the disposable camera Maisie and Donald got me. I don't even remember putting it in my coat, but here it is. For a moment I think about throwing it out the window. Getting rid of it. The last and only useless thing that joins me to them. But I don't. I slip it back into my pocket.