Daniel Andrews walks out to his daily Presser with a guitar and plays a cover of U2’s “One”. His voice fills the room, and echoes through the empty corridors of Parliament House.

In the first chorus Chip Le Grande joins in. Then Margaret Simons. And then Rachel Baxendale. Her voice beautiful honed from years of being in the chorus of her private school musicals. Soon all the journos are singing their hearts out.

For that one moment, there’s no left and right, no us and them, no fake news or latte sipping elites, just a room full of fragile human beings singing as one.

Finally Peta Credlin joins in, tentatively at first, but then singing, “Love is a temple, love the higher law”. As Tears stream down her face and soak her mask, She scrunches up her five pages which contain one question and just sings, “love is a temple, love the higher law...”

She Walks forward, almost floating, like some huge weight has been lifted. As the song crescendos, she hugs Daniel Andrews tightly, as they both sing, “We get to carry each other” Then she whispers “Carry this, Daniel” and plunges a knife into his side.

In the days that follow, Adam Creighton, Sam Newman, Samantha Armytage will all come out in support of Peta Credlin, saying it was her democratic right as citizen and journalist to disembowel Daniel Andrews while he was singing a U2 cover.

Adam Creighton will write an editorial in the Australian saying that what Peta Credlin did was no worse than the metaphorical knife that Daniel Andrews had plunged into the organs of the Victorian Economy.