Post Script to "Easier said than done"

So I put on my iPod and start walking with a sullen expression and a dark cloud floating above me. Then I hear a song. I won't say which, but instantly I remember Jerome, from London, and the time we shared. I doesn't make me feel any less lonely, but for the first time today I smile. Such is the power of music over me. Makes sense that I'm here then, doesn't it?