Track 1: Final Day by Young Marble Giants

The thick red brick and long windows of the old hospital glowed in late sun, surrounded by trees and landscaped grass. A luxury development. Carolyn smiled, fiddling with her pass.

"Can't be too careful", said the gate guard, nodding the car on.

Historic surroundings with modern comforts, wards, kitchen and corridors reborn as flats and houses, SUVs and convertibles sleeping in ambulance bays. Raising David and Sophie in clean air and safety made her feel benevolent.

"There were locals in the trees outside the fence last night, doing drugs and fucking", Keith told her.

She shrugged.

"Bring it up at the next meeting. I'm sure they can increase the security."

Carolyn loved the residents meetings, the sense of enclosure, of community, of us and them.

'When it all goes off, we could survive up here. It'd be days before for the first refugees arrived,' she thought.

In another flat, a couple argued quietly. Mobile phones rang. A car of teenagers traced a circuit between the buildings. In the distance, beyond the lawns, the gate guard blew on his hands.

Quietly, money sang itself to sleep.

Looking toward London, Carolyn imagined the colour on the horizon that falling bombs would make.