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January 15th, 2011

[The entire ordeal had been a little disorientating. Three days, was it? Spent the first half of the first day in a drug-induced state, teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness. Three days would have felt like a long time but David might have slept through half of it, so it wasn't so bad.

Home now, and it's not the same. His head isn't in the right space and he can't do any work like this. But he has to.

His canvas bag made it home before him, it seemed. His phone, however, was nowhere to be found.

It's a Friday night. There is someone waiting for him at the corner-most pool table in the Flying Horseman. Probably with his phone. It's the first time David doesn't show and doesn't offer an explanation as to why - is he really the one who needs to do the explaining?]


[The following rhyming couplet, when deciphered, should contain Market dates 17th to 25th January and the location: Bethnal Green; follow the signs along Old Ford Road.]



[Cesare Corrino]
I don't have my cellphone. I need it disconnected.