Twilight was never easy on Wes, so they took shelter in a watch shop on Little Collins. He often claimed it was a clinical condition like seasonal affective disorder—the inability to cope emotionally with the changeover from day to night.

On first impression, Wes presumed he couldn’t afford anything in the half-room shop of glass displays, as a gift or otherwise. On second impression, Wes noticed a shrunken head, inconspicuously hanging over some girthy watches in the counter display. He couldn’t help feeling scandalised by its mottled face, and when he made eye contact with the bald man appearing behind the counter, also somewhat emasculated. The man was wearing what looked like a cross between a rugby shirt and a more formal jumper.