The world comes alive, he holds the sky in the palm of his hand, music never sounded so good, a bath becomes a coral reef, and his body can dance again.

Reinvigorated (and eager to flee his noisy neighbours, Punch and Judy), Harry makes an expedition into nature, returning to an idyllic river he knew in childhood. He camps by a secret fireplace, finds a substance in a green bottle, drinks it, and lives out a fairytale in which he is a singing witch.

Lockdown ends and the world springs back into action. Harry, who was practicing to become a buddhist monk, is overwhelmed, making an extreme u-turn and becoming an embodiment of materialism: a corrupted Elvis whose rhinestone suit is made of brand logos and plastic waste.

He calls Jonathan for advice, but is confronted by a cold-blooded landlord who reveals he has thrown Jonathan away, believing him to be junk.

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Harry is forced to examine the grief for his adoptive mother and lonliness.

Jonathan sends Harry a postcard from beyond the grave, leading him to an old barn, in which he finds a rundown boat. Harry fixes the boat and takes it to sea, where he is visited by Jonathan's watery apairition.

Harry’s poor seamanship leaves him stranded at sea, but as though Jonathan planned it all, he is rescued by a mysterious paddle-boarder, who invites him to a beach party and into a local community of kindred spirits.

He catches covid at the party. But his illness and subsequent isolation crystalizes his appreciation for his health, new friends and for life.

Harry's inward journey leads him outwards, back into a world he has come to see anew, realising that grief doesn't shrink over time, it's us that grow.