There was a building on the way home - I have no idea how long it'd been abandoned but it'd sat there, gathering weeds and slowly crumbling, since we moved to the town 4 years ago. I went there when I needed time alone or wanted a smoke in peace. I went to what must have been the kitchen and started rolling up, as usual. A few minutes later I was inhaling the sweet smoke and calming down a little, rerunning my tutor's tirade in my head but feeling more detached from it. I heard a noise. Footsteps and a bird taking off - I think.