The warm colours disappear and cool, cold greys fill the atmosphere. Water droplets form and scurry and gather at the window’s cill. The wipers move frantically from left to right, like a jacked-up tube man. As the shuttle gathers speed, the buildings above bunch together like a pack of hyenas ready to pounce. And the zig-zag landscape forms a straight line. It is now a barrier to entry. The temperature plummets for the final time.

Remains of cars and buildings make up the landscape, on a backdrop of inky smog. As soon as the dust settles more starts to fall. The mood is sombre. There is light, but it’s twitching, like a cat’s whiskers at the smell of raw fish.