That evening, in an attempt to clear their minds, Simmonds and Piccolo went to The Plaza Picture House. The biopic Nelson was being screened. They let the movie fill their senses, and when they finally emerged, blinking, into the night, for a short while the world seemed a different place. They held each other close as they walked back to the hotel. The fur collar of Piccolo’s coat kept out the chill, just as it had done that morning on the beach, which now seemed like an age ago and something that belonged to another lifetime. There were only two weeks left until Christmas. They had never felt less festive.