A sound that Julie picks up on as she creeps back hugging the wall. She pauses nervously, before scurrying along at a faster pace. Down one set of stairs, three doors along and she puts her ear to the door. It is still. Very still. Fingers trembling, she opens the door.

Dad on the couch, mum in the bedroom. She can see the light under the bedroom door. Quietly, she puts the blanket over her dad who barely makes a noise in response. There are bruises at his throat this time.

She shivers and walks to the window, looking out as though she could escape through it.