'What are you doing?'
      'What has it got to do with you?'
     'I own the suitcase you are packing! My toiletries, my towels,'
     'That�s really not the point is it?'
     'Well, I think it is. I 'm very protective over my things.'
     'I know and I don't care! This is typical of you, more interested in material things than me, or the kids, or how we feel or what we want, what we need.'
     'Don't start that again. I'm the one who comes in here, thinking I'm coming into a lovely organised, peaceful family home. And you're there, just standing there, bold as brass, folding my towels, bagging my toiletries, completely incorrectly with no regard for colour or size or order. You can't just put shower gel in there with talcum powder. What if it breaks open and fuses together, congealing and�'
     'Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I'm sick of this, I'm sick of you! I'm sick of your job and your suits and your shoes and every other piece of shit that you need to make you feel normal. You're not normal Sidney. And you never will be.'
     'That hurts May. I can't help it if I'm the way I am. I'm just trying to fit in, make things better for you, and for the kids. I can't help it if I need to do that a certain way. You said you would help me. You said we were in this together and that if we tried we could make this fresh start and be normal and fit in.'
     'I don't want to fit in any more Sid. It's not going to work. I just wish I could have realised that before we moved away and took the kids out of school and away from their friends. I love you for who you are Sid; nothing is going to change that. Not where we live or who likes us or whether people look at you funny when you're doing odd things. You need to get better. We are trying to cure the symptoms and not the cause. We just need to leave, go home, and I can get my job back before it's too late, you can start seeing Dr. Shay again. You got on with him didn't you?'
     'Yes, he understood.'
     'You working, it's making you worse isn't it? I heard you counting the other day, from the kitchen. What were you counting?'
     'The number of times the news reader said the word "and", surprisingly not that many by the time you came back in.'
     'This is no good Sid. I thought you stopped counting after we left.'
     'No I didn't, I just hid it, thought it might go away after a bit.'
     'It won't though will it?'
     'I want to go home too love, everything is too hard. It's worse than before, too many new people to try and get used to. Work is so big, so different, so much harder than working at home. It's too much for me.'
     'I know, help me pack then Sid, help us pack.'