Jane followed Billy into his house. It was bigger than the one they grew up in, but maybe that was because there weren't so many crammed in it. Her professional eyes noticed the dirt on the top of the skirting boards and in odd corners. She might have to have a word with his wife about her housekeeping, cleanliness prevented illness after all.

"So, Billy.. 'ow are ye?" She asked as if the gap between them seeing each other had been mere weeks instead of decades. "Any chance of a cup? The rails make me terribly thirsty."