I love Cambridge, surprisingly more than love Plymouth. There was a time in my life where I thought that was hardly possible.

[He walks a little ways down, spotting a flash of blue that looks too familiar. Picking up its sleeve he asks aloud,]

Anthony's?

[With little skill he removes the coat from its hanger and holds it up to his face, sniffing it deeply.]

Oh yes. It smells just like him. He'll be quite happy to know I found it.