EXTRACT: Sleep. Sleep.
[She touches his face. She gets up, careful not to disturb the sleeping man.]
He fell at my feet. Never had a man fall at my feet before. He literally fell, at my feet, in the street. In Sydney Road. Of all the people he could have fallen in front of, he chose me. And I thought: Fuck! Why me?! I tried to get other people to help but not on your life, they weren’t going to have a bar of him or me. Probably thought he was drunk. I did. I said, get up, you silly bugger.