I

It started out in a pretty ordinary way. Well, that's not strictly true.

It was a Sunday night. Tom and I were going to Solace, a church that was somehow stuck in a pub. Despite that, it's quite a fun night. And that night was no different. We talked a lot about freedom and said little. This was the ordinary portion of the evening. The extraordinary portion began when Tom offered to drive. With no petrol in my car, I relished the change of pace.

After Solace, we drove pretty much straight home. My home, first, of course. As we pulled into the close, a thought just popped into my head.

“Want to go on an adventure?”

We pass my house.

“Yeah, sure. Asda's or Tesco's?”

Tom begins his performance of a three-point turn.

“Uh, Tesco's. Let's go to Tesco's,”

I said this, hoping to have a quick, clandestine read of New Scientist or maybe Private Eye.

This was not to be.