When Dave spots Harry staggering through the crowd of tourists, the tension that’s been building in his shoulders dissolves. He gives Harry a wave. Harry doesn’t seem to recognise him.
‘Listen, Sharleen, I have to go. I’ll count to ten now and you’ll go about your day as usual, okay?’
He hangs up. He needs to focus on Harry, who looks a mess.
‘Who are you?’
And Harry’s mind is in worse shape than the man himself. He guides Harry to a bench.
‘Don’t worry, mate. Nothing I can’t fix. Relax now. I am going to count down from ten.’