He looks over the damp metro city, at all of the people walking about worrying their little heads about the right shirt to wear, the right kind of shoes, the right shows to watch and scoffs loudly. His mouth opens slightly as he does so exposing the dazzling white teeth and the pink, soft gum that's stuck to his top row of pearly white teeth. He brings a hand up to his face rubbing his chin, the clean cut facial hair, his hand ran up to his hair that's slicked back in its waves, his trademark hair in what seems like another life, the life two years ago that ended abruptly on a rooftop very similar to the one he stood on now.
The rooftop of false endings, seeing as the two who were supposed to commit suicide are actually in fact alive and walking about, one more present to the public's and media's face, the other invisible and without a trace, well until recently that is when he had broadcast-ed t his little love letter to all of England. He remembers sitting there smug faced feeling an entire nation tremble just by his four words, did you miss me?