The old man sits on a bench facing the sea. He dreams of the love of his life sitting beside him gently holding his hand as they grow old together whispering in each others ears.

You can almost see her, even though it's only an old man's imaginings of a future that never was.

He walks back to his single room flat, closes the door and starts dancing to a tune nobody else can hear.

His eyes closed remembering how it felt to feel their skin collide gently through their clothes the silhouettes dancing around them, just that moment itself.

She's the love of his life. She's burnt into him.

They're going to force him to take pills that take her away.