He stood looking out over the car park, watching as the neighbours from downstairs tried to squeeze their car into a space that was way too small for their large car.  The rain made the tarmac glisten in the glare of the headlights as the car was thrown between reverse and first gear, over and over again.  Eventually the girl got out of the passenger side and tried in vain to shelter from the wetness, beneath a ridiculously small handbag. 

Even from up here he could hear the swearing exchanges between the couple.  The nearest parked car had been parked over the boundary of the line that must never be crossed, yet this did not stop the determination to get into their allocated space.

The soft voice behind him beckoned him back to the warmth of their shared bed.  Without hesitation he turned and left the scene below to play out to its natural conclusion.