Sadie Gray turned the corner carefully avoiding the cracked paving slabs that formed a path to the dilapidated Victorian villa she’d inherited from her parents. Reaching the solid front door, Sadie paused as she always did, daring herself not to enter, daring herself to change. The hall, as usual, smelt slightly of damp and lavender. For thirty-two years four months two days it had always looked, felt and smelt the same way. In Sadie’s life nothing ever changed, all things continued on and on, with nothing to break the monotony. Sadie had long ago given in, taken the path of least resistance and joined the ranks of the dull, tedious masses born to follow a well trodden path into the grave.