Chapter One.
Alfred J. Simonsen. Saturday 9th, 13:21
As Alfred J. Simonsen waited for his friend to pick him up, he stared into the dark rain thrashing onto his conservatory roof. He was pleased with the new side-room to the house he had owned with his wife for 34 years before she passed two months ago. He sat there most of the day, he could watch the sun rise in the morning, and then watch the whole day pass by, then stare at the stars and wonder whether his wife was looking down on him, or whether she simply did not exist in any kind anymore.
