Why can't life be portentious and ominous and stormy all the time, like it is when you're fighting for your sanity and there's a voiceover in your head going "London, 2005. Strange things are afoot. Fear on the streets. Anomalies. As the storm clouds mass from the west, a..." [voice fades into background static] and whatever you do, you're doing the right thing, as long as you just keep heading for the true light?
