‘You provoke me, you wait for me, here I am. I’m at the door. Don’t move, that’s what I like best.’ The hum of the city flows through the night, Martha makes herself watertight. She has to be dry before she slips into bed with Joseph in the morning, who is waiting for her in their neglected family home. She has to tell one of the stories to drown out the shrieking of the walls, while the water slowly seeps in.