A very old man prepares to leave. He pastes a mask carefully onto his face and pulls his shopping trolley closer, settling his coffee cup in the child seat. Pushing to his feet he turns, makes a slow circuit through the cafe seating area, crosses the aisle and passes out of sight behind the flower stall. He wears a loose black t-shirt and dark baggy trousers, and uses his trolley as a walking frame. His hair style changes completely at the back, from neatly combed to windswept, wild and rakish.

He’s left his paper behind on the table.