Yesterday

You open a tin of Salmon Whiskas, all the time feeling faint. If only Claire was around to do this whilst you could concentrate on your pain.

Stan and Aggie, the cats, are rubbing round your legs, more desperate than ever for the food.

You notice that you are dripping blood into the cat bowl. Alarmingly fast. You look at your left arm, and see the carving knife sticking out of it. There is a post it note stuck to its handle.

"That's weird" you think, "I don't usually keep the carving knife in that cupboard. Its as if someone left it there on purpose."

You are bleeding profusely and feel faint.