A drive around the M25

Scratching around in the darkened room he reached out to the table. at his bedside, the book he had been reading before dropping off to sleep, the clock, oh where was the pen.
It was often so these days when he emerged from a deep sleep that the thoughts are rich and so specially relevant we have to to get them down. They seemed the crucible of something important something in the cold light of day he could expand upon.
Life had narrowed down these last few months as he sought his own company more and more. His occasional trips to see friends were generally speaking enjoyable but he often came away thankful that he could close the door and not have to engage in small talk and pleasantries any longer. In a few hours the sound of car doors slamming shut would herald the flow of humanity going to work and he could snuggle down to continue reading his book.
 This morning though he had awakened to the riotous sound of his mobile phone ringing.
Who on earth could ring at this time in the morning. He wasn't put out or grumpy since he prided himself on coming out of a deep sleep all guns blazing as it were, to connect. Too little connection these days so any conversation was acceptable even if it was five thirty!!
 "Hello who's that". "It's me". Vaguely he remembered the voice but no name appeared in his brain so he repeated. "Who". "Me, don't you remember". This was becoming a little irritating, especially at 5.30 in the morning but good manors withheld an obvious remark and so he had another stab. "I'm sorry but who are you". "Its Trevor I'm at Heathrow the flights just got in and yours was the only number in my book".
Trevor who was Trevor. The grey cells were madly opening every file in his brain to link the name to a face but without luck. "Aunt Edith's grandson,from Australia, Brisbane I was a 'little un' when you were there in the 80s". 
Slowly the mist started to clear and Edith came into view striding about on her property on the outskirts of Brisbane. A lovely sunny sort of person, always busy, Edith had taken him under her wing for a fortnight and fostered him with true Aussie hospitality. "Trevor of course I remember you", he lied with conviction since he knew he was in a spot quickly assembling a plan to pick him up, but when ?  Full of jet lag Trevor  hadn't considered what time it was but here with the words on his lips  before he could marshal the thoughts. "I'll get the car out and be with you in about an hour".
As he sped around the M25 he questioned his sanity, what on earth was he doing. He hardly knew this chap but somewhere deep within he realised that what mattered was repaying Aunt Edith for her hospitality all those years ago.