... get when you're hungry,, and Neal was hungry, but only for one thing, tobacco. Once dressed, he walked down the stainless steel spiral staircase that took Neal from his bedroom to his ultra-modern kitchen. Once in the kitchen, he put the kettle on, got a glass of water, and then went outside. The damp morning air was fresh; he could hear the birds and smell the newly-potted plants in the garden. Usually at this point, Neal would have his second cigarette of the day, and without it he felt confused and unfocused. Neal craved a cigarette, he craved the warm smoke rushing down his throat and the relaxation of slowly breathing and out. How was he going to survive? Once in his car on the way to work, he was really suffering. The car smelt like it had been in a huge scale fire, the seats had stains of them from ...

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