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another look tomorrow, which he assured himself was for no other reason than to
fully understand the situation.  Whilst he lived in the city, the dated
streetlamps outside of his home always seemed a little darker than anywhere
else he went, and as a result you could always see more stars here than
anywhere else.  As he looked upwards he was sure he caught the glimpse of the
tail end of a shooting star.  Behind his house there was nothing but open
grassland, a huge park where by day people would walk their dogs , and by night people would peddle drugs
in the darkest corners ,
and h e recalled a
time when he sat there watching the most spectacular meteor shower.  After the
train ride he had a ten minute walk home and it had worked wonders for the
heavy eyes and swirling head.  On the train, his eyes had felt like they were
moving independently from his head, swirling around in their sockets like a
psychedelic kaleidoscope and as heavy as lead balls.  Manoeuvring across the
last step he inserted the key into the lock on the third attempt, pushing open
the thick wooden door, closing out the night behind him. 
    The
hallway was dark, and he could only just make out the stairs as he placed his
briefcase to the side of them in the corridor that ran off towards the kitchen
behind.  The only light was a strip of flickering illumination that snuck out
from underneath the door to the living room, and was accompanied by the
laughter of whatever television programme Hannah was watching.  He pulled the
cord of the lamp that sat on the hallway table and the bulb shone softly to
light the hallway, the glare still managing to startle his eyes.  Before him,
above the ornate polished wooden handrails of the old banister the wall was
lined with certificates.  Over twenty framed papers that documented his rise
from top of his class university student researcher of the year, to his latest
accreditation from the Genetics Society of Great Britain.  In his own world, he
was quite the celebrity.  He put his keys into a small china dish which sat
atop the table, and dropped his jacket onto the wooden ball of the banister. 
He set his right foot on the first stair, planning to head straight up to watch
Matthew sleeping, but before he could take another step the door in the hallway
opened, the lounge light pouring through, and Hannah was stood the other side
of it. 
    “Were
you not even going to say hello?” The stern and empty look on her face
communicated her displeasure at finding her husband creeping up the stairs
before even speaking to her.  “I heard you come in.”  This neither surprised
nor concerned him, for in his less than lucid state he had never once trusted
that he held the ability to creep anywhere. 
    “I
did it, Hannah.”  Ignoring her question he turned to face her, before walking
towards her and cupping her cheeks in the palms of his hands.  He hoped the
significance of the day would be enough to stifle any argument that might be
heading his way.  “I made it work.”  For a moment she looked alarmed, surprised
even.  Her eyes darted around looking at nothing in particular until they
eventually found
his gaze . 
“NEMREC works.”  She reached up with both hands and took his wrists, pulling
them down from her face, and rested them together just beneath her chest.  She
looked away for only seconds, but as he stood watching her reflect on what he
had just told her, it seemed like almost their whole lifetime passed before
them.  He knew that his work was destroying their relationship.  He knew only a
fragment of the closeness that they once shared remained.  He knew from her
breathing that when she closed her eyes in bed at night she wasn’t really
asleep when he spoke to her.  He knew she was just pretending, choosing not to
answer.   He did love her, and he wanted their relationship to survive, but the
structured and dedicated functioning of his brain could not be altered to suit
his personal