Hannah Jamie in the summer of 2004. It was Hannah’s 21st birthday and she and her friends went to a club. They wanted to dance, but they didn’t like the music so Hannah went to speak to the DJ.

“This music is awful,” she said. “Could you something else?”
The DJ looked at her and said “Don’t worry, I have the perfect song for you.”

Two minutes later he said: “The next song is by Coldplay. It’s Yellow and it’s for a beautiful girl who is dancing over there.”

Hannah that the song was for her because she was wearing a yellow dress.

When Hannah and her friends the club the DJ was waiting at the door.

”Hi, I’m Jamie,” he said to Hannah. “Can I see you again?” So Hannah him her phone number.

Next day Jamie phoned Hannah and invited her to dinner. He her to a very romantic French restaurant and they talked all evening.

After that Jamie and Hannah saw each other every day. Every evening when Hannah work they met at 5.30 in a coffee bar in the High Street.

They were madly in love.

One evening in October, Hannah was at work. As usual she was to meet Jamie at 5.30. It was dark and it was raining.

She looked at her watch. It was 5.20! She was going to be late! She ran to her car and in.

At 5.25 she was driving along the High Street.

She was going very fast because she was in a hurry.

Suddenly, a man across the road. He was wearing a dark coat so Hannah didn’t see him until it was too late.

Although she tried to stop, she the man.

Hannah panicked. She didn’t stop and she drove to the coffee bar as fast as she could.

But when she arrived Jamie wasn’t there. She him, but his mobile was turned off, so she waited for ten minutes and then went home.

Two hours later a police car at Hannah’s house.

A policewoman knocked at the door.

“Good evening, Madam,” she said, "Are you Hannah Davis? I’d like to speak to you. Can I in?"

The policewoman came in and sat down on the sofa.

"Are you a friend of Jamie Dixon?" she said.

"Yes," said Hanna.

"I understand you were going to him this evening."

"Yes, at 5.30, at a coffee bar. But he didn't come so I didn't see him."

"Well I'm afraid I have some bad news for you," said the policewoman.

"What? What's ?"

"Jamie had an accident this evening."

"Oh no. what kind of accident?"

"He was the road and a car hit him."

"Is he ... Is he ... OK?"

"Well, he's going to be in hospital for a long time."

"Oh no."

"But don't worry. He's to be OK."

"When this happen?"

"This evening at twenty-five past five. He was crossing the road in the High Street."

"And the driver of the car?"

"She didn't ," said the policewoman.

"She?"

"Yes. It was a woman in a white car. Every police officer in the town is for her."

"Can I go to the hospital to see Jamie?"

"Yes. I can take you there now."

"I'll my coat. OK I'm ready."

Hanna got her coat and they left the house.

"Is that your car, madam? The white one over there?"

"Yes it is."

"Can I a look at it?"

The policewoman walked to her car. Hanna followed nervously.

"Did you know your front light is ?"

"No, I didn't."

The policewoman looked at her.

"What exactly were you doing at 5.25 this evening, madam?"