ARUNA - King Edward's Rd, Bethnal Green, London

It's time to stop fighting, and go home. Those were the words which finally persuaded Aruna to walk out of her ground floor Victorian flat in Bethnal Green, and keep on walking. One step at a time, one foot, and then the other, her inappropriately flimsy sandals flip-flopping on the damp East London streets; she avoids the dank, brown puddles, the foil glint of the take-away containers glistening with the vibrant slime of sweet and sour sauce, the mottled banana skin left on the pavement like a practical joke, but otherwise walks in a straight line. One foot, and then the other. Toe to heel to toe to heel. Flip-flop. She knows exactly where she is going, and even though she could have carried everything she needs in her dressing gown pocket - her credit card, her passport, her phone - she has taken her handbag instead, and she has paused in her escape long enough to dress in jeans, a t-shirt and even a jacket. Just for show. So that people won't think that she is a madwoman who has walked out on her marriage and her marital home in the middle of breakfast, with her half-eaten porridge congealing in the bowl, with her tea cooling on the counter top. So that she won't think so either. So she can turn up at the airport looking like anyone else, hand over her credit card, and run back to the city she had run away from in the first place.