Davy once asked me if I thought it was better to be a has-been than a never was, but maybe it doesn’t make much of a difference. In the end, people are just people, and...

The story you are about to read is a work of fiction. Nothing – and everything – about it is real.

Some people get more of a chance to show who they are. Other people never get the chance.

It’s weird when you wake of from a bad dream and everything is still bad.

But then again, impossible never became rumour, did it?

Why do we believe one stranger and not another?