He peered down the road into the darkness, past the horizon, imagining the rest of the journey home. He thought of the two-hour drive, arriving at his apartment, and climbing into that cold, empty bed. Soon, that familiar feeling came back to him unbidden: the hopeless attempt to justify his superstar career before falling asleep.

Something clicked. He buried his foot into the brake. Too quickly, the car responded. Its tail swung out wide, eager to continue the steep descent. Gary realised his mistake, and fought wildly for control. He swung the wheel left and right, aligning the front wheels with the back. Gradually, he came to a halt.

He caught his breath. Well, that was a heart-pumping adventure. He must be on the right track. Gary breathed deeply, shifted into first, slowly turned the car around, and began the climb back over the hill he had just drove down.

As he crested the hill, he thought of all the great people on Fairfax that he’d guided through rehab. It was time to make a difference again.