Sarah was always on drugs, whether it was nicotine or cocaine, caffeine or the occasional joint. She was a free bird, herself against society, maybe that's what he dug about her so., yet here he is, looking into the bathroom mirror right after the morning shower, he find's himself not as young as he used to be, ever-so-slightly grey as the colour fades from the tips of his hair.
Sarah could be grey too, instead he is here looking after whats left of her soul...their daughter Ellis. Truthfully, she's looking after him, what does that say as a parent? that a child is a bigger grown-up than her dear old dad. She remains the reason why he's still living on this hell-on-earth. His thoughts now turn to his ex lover Jessica who broke his heart all those years ago and the continuous one night stands that make him a permanent stamp on anyone's unhappy life.
Zack leave his en-suite as two girls from the night before begin to wake and he walks over to his balcony and pours himself a whisky. He looks at his beautiful view whilst wondering if things could be different, maybe in another part of the universe, things would have worked out with Jessica and Ellis would still have a mother. Zack slips on his aviators and waits for the same routine every morning. The women find him on the balcony, flirt, kiss but there's no room for a second chance, he leads them to think he'll call and then they leave his life never to be seen again. He ponders the past even further, if he turned back time and stayed in his office job, would his marriage survive?, would Sarah not cheat, whatever happened in the past had to compensate for his future. Nothing else matters anymore, as long as Ellis is happy and living her best life, he's inevitable.
If he were to visit Jessica right now, would that be such a bad thing? Maybe her dad would be waiting with another tennis racket for his face