“The time is now eight forty-five AM and the weather is shapin’ up to be something terrible. Forecasts include rain, thunder, lightning—basically, the whole she-bang! So, don’t sit under any trees!

“Now, later this afternoon, we’ll be playing our exclusive interview with Matt Bellamy of Muse fame, which’ll be cool, but NOW it’s that time of morning for YOU to call in with your song requests, listeners!

“OK, line one, you are on the air!”

Twenty miles away from the Morning AM Radio Station in the centre of London, a young black man sat in his BMW, mobile phone pressed to his ear, cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke to the radio show’s irritating host.

“Hi, Ryan. Can you please play…”

The man paused for a moment, relishing this moment. After all, it could be one of his last.

Then, he spoke again.

“… Don’t Fear The Reaper?”

“Coming right up,” shouted the host.

The man hung up, tipped the ash from the end of his cigarette out of the window, and watched the storm clouds gather…