Later we discovered that it was her own animal that had killed her. She’d had to keep it in a cage in her flat since she moved to the city. She felt bad about that, but what choice did she have? She had to work. At night she brought it treats and sang it to sleep – I’d heard her at the mic on office nights out; she had a decent voice on her – but it wasn’t enough. She used to live by the sea. The animal, recalling evenings running along the beach, had rose in rage and pulled her to itself through the bars.