All of Rebekah's artwork is down here, in the living room. It looks like all of her life is also here. Why is she not using the upper floor of her flat all?
We learn her children no longer live with her. The eldest, son of an arranged marriage to a man from Bangladesh, hasn't been in touch with her for more than a decade. She wishes to see him again.
She speaks about family again.
Her second eldest does visits her from time to time. He left her a note recently and it reads:
Sorry were not here to say goodbye [...] hope you have a nice relax on your retreat [...] by the way you need another bin liner as you ran out.
Thanks again and love you lots'
Her mental ill health made sure she lives on her own. The father of her second son took both of her boys, including her eldest son, into his care. No longer being able to be there for them, she is grateful both of them were raised in a stable household.
Stability is only one of Rebekah's desires. It's May 2015.
Back in her living room. It is rather tidy. Books on the shelves along with other objects of memories. More paintings, some drawings, sketchbooks and photographs. There is a TV and a Nintendo Wii next to it. Two controllers. No sign of a player 2, though.
She makes lunch. Keeping consistent.