Start of DtDD-YPM fan fic.

[akcipitrokulo]

The contents of a house are being emptied into a waiting van. There is a cold wind lightly fluttering the last remaining leaves on the bare, frost-laced trees in the avenue.

"All set? OK... so we're ready to go in three... two... one..."

The point of view moves closer, and the solemn voiceover, dripping with sincere concern, begins its sad commentary.

"And here, in the remnants of what should have been a new start for his family, this decent, hardworking man, now a victim of the latest banking crisis, packs the remains of their possessions into yet another van."

The man at the back of the van closes its door, and walks out of sight to the front.

The camera angle follows the van as it pulls off, then moves closer to the house and focuses on the garden. There are some rubbish bags and a broken stool.

"Amongst the residue, a pitiful reminder of the human cost of the games played by the fat cats in their cushioned towers... " the camera moved in to focus on a doll dropped beside the garden path "... a child's toy, lost in the chaos of these shattered lives."

The image of the deserted doll froze on the TV screen at Alex's touch. George turned on Damien.

"I thought we told you to get rid of that thing?"

"It's not my fault! The dad made me give the little girl's one back..." He coughed and trailed off. "Anyway, do you know how hard it is to get any good images about banking? No-one wants to see some expert standing above a trading floor or outside a branch. I'm bringing home the true extent of these scandals to the public consciousness." He straightened with pride. "It's what I do."