The security guard looked at her. He probably recognised her but there was nothing he could do. It was a free country. Well he could of course and the feeds were full of tales of people being turned away. But the community would always help you find another shop, another screen. She already knew which world she wanted today. One where it wasn’t drab, raining and grey; one where she was not rich but maybe richer; one where Sam still loved her; one where she had perfect skin. She felt the familiar rush. She’d pop in again after her shift.