Written and animated by Tony Comley.
Score by Serafina Steer.
Voice by Eboni.
"A tall wet man, blue of eye and round of tummy landed in a faraway town. He hugged his clothes, blinked through foreign snow and saluted a cab.
Tires bit salt, the driver squinted and the man spoke rehearsed syllables like a spell.
The driver nodded and spat out the window.
Early risers picked clean the toes of dozy brown tenements.
The hotel sat between the legs of an overpass. Black and gold gravitas like a cigarette pack. The tall wet man, red of face and damp of sock, had forgotten the correct syllables, so he mimed the word "friend".
He bowed slowly and lifted his head back up to her laugh.
She tucked her hair behind long question mark shaped ears and took his hand.
They were mysteries to each other. Polite alien cadavers fishing for an autopsy. He tried to lie but she brushed it aside and bit him.
He fell asleep and saw the future.
He was back home.
England was a cold knee sticking out of a bath. Tin-grey wind blew talons at the muck and every street was a condescending nag of tiny banks and chewing gum.
No-one knew him and no-one knew her. They could have been a creak in a door or a filament or a bell above a bar.
Her morning was his night, so they huddled around an ember of each others' face and made stories about their love.
But they didn't believe them.
He tucked in his shirt and drowned her out. She ascended. A voice made small by the pang of strange credulous skin.
Slowly and as careless as moons they spun compliments. Hope-flung rocky imposters burned to pieces in each others' air.
He saw that this would be the worst of it.
Back at the hotel. Gold and black like a cigarette pack. He woke.
She was busy in the room. A bright silhouette in the corner of his eye. Curtains blinked with the traffic lights and cars above made the sound of rain.
She saw him and smiled. Two foreigners under an overpass. Kissing and ready for trouble".