Last Ferry to Kadıköy

00:40, and the last ferry to Kadıköy has just pulled away from the pier. Selin has to be on the Asian side by morning. Can, who plays in a band and has nowhere particular to be, points out that there is a boat at six and the city is right there.

They walk. Tea houses, fish markets, empty squares, a hill neither of them meant to climb. By about three in the morning the conversation has stopped being about the ferry and become an inventory of the lives they each meant to be living by now, which is the sort of thing you can only tell a stranger you will never see again, on a night that officially does not count.