"Yeah didn't think you were talking about coming." He misses the night already, the bruised, drunken humping, the comfort of clammy skin and a hard cock. Misses teh sheets of the bed, too. He huddles deeper into his jacket. This looks like it. It does. He slows, cautiously taking steps forward but nothing happens. There is no wall, not here anyway - so maybe it was somewhere further along the road. He stands, puzzled expression. "It was here," he says haltingly, lamely.