'Don't you know how to behave when there is a death!'
A man, a strutting doctor I think, shouted this, slamming down two plastic signs (I couldn't see what was written on them) onto the floor of the hospital ward I was working in as a nurse. Then he swang the doors closed. He was balding and wearing a brown suit. The doors were brown too. Earlier on there was something about either 13 or 31 people, hiding by railway sleepers just out of Kings Cross station which seemed to blur into the hospital ward.
H's mother is about to die - I mean in real life, not a dream.