He’d walked these street so many times. He’d never wanted to drive. The “school run” always sounded so… rushed. He’d relished that time. Sauntering, talking about what they saw. It was meditative, quality, time. Now they were gone. Grown. They still met, still walked together occasionally, even round here, but it was different. They were different. He was different. The relationship was different. He took out his phone and selected one of his videos on the map. He looked through the screen and saw the tiny her stopping to look at a worm. Her face smiling just behind the advert.