I heard the familiar ‘three – ’ and could picture the silent ‘two, one’ as the crew began to shoot the scene.

Following the script I had so painstakingly studied (not really), I untied the braid that had been wrapped around my bun and slowly undid it, deliberately taking the time to comb my fingers through the hair (which had been yanked, squeezed and combed until it was glossy and sleek).

I then reached up and took out the pin that supported my bun; it made my hair fall out to its full length, which was somewhere over my shoulder bones.

I divided it into parts, slid the right section of my hair onto my right shoulder, and started to slowly comb it through with a stiff-haired, white brush.

That was Louis’ (guy who plays the stalker dude), cue to start his actions in the shady background.

As I observed the things on Victoria’s desk, I saw a pair of gloves, and was instantly reminded of Ray.

That guy sure had weird habits – he wore gloves constantly.

And, unknowingly, I was sucked into a memory.