I cut the engine, and I am silent in the dark. Amber light streaks coldly through the window, and as Freddie Mercury serenades Somebody to Love, I sit, stare fixed on the lamp post. The chorus builds for the climax. My eyes spring back into focus and I admire the shadows falling on my arm. But slowly, oh so slowly, my gaze peters off into oblivion once more. I brush the backs of my fingers against the stubble grown from my cheek. Somebody to love. Eyes wander and my fist snaps around the ticket on the dash, and spiralling it flutters into the depths of the passenger footwell. The ignition sounds shut with a click, the radio joins me in my pause. We two share the moment. We are silent, in the dark.