We arrived, across from the boating piers, in an area near where I'd originally met the old man. It was no longer busy.

"I'm fairly sure quite a few people know about this place."

"Anyone else here?"

"Uh, no."

"Then that proves me right. Now shut up and drink."

"What for?"

"To forget, to celebrate, I don't care. You're a good kisser by the way. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"No, my ex said it was like snogging someone who'd had their mouth numbed."

"Bitch."

I didn't disagree.

"Why're you down here screaming at the sky then nutcase?"

I sighed.

"My daughter-"

Well, that left a funny taste in his mouth. He was only twenty two.

"I lost her."

Not untrue, in either sense.

"Shouldn;t you be out looking for her instead of snogging drunk girls?"

"You kissed me. And no. I can't find her."

"Won't know unless you try."

"Well unless I try every medical waste bin from abortion clinics over a hundred miles from here I think I'm buggered."

She inhaled sharply.

"She..."

"Cut her out. Yeah."

"Without telling you."

I sighed.

"Yeah."

"So what're you doing in the bay?"