the first and last time she visits Cary he doesn't recognise her. She's wearing jeans and some Abercrombie tee, with her hair loose in glossy curls. If this was a makeover show, she would win, hands down.

They look at each other and she laughs

"what, you only like bad girls?"

Her eyes are fixed steadily on him, she's saying all the right words in all the right place but it doesn't take a genius to read between the lines

"Bishop? What's he done?"

She looks at him, all smiles and disbelief

"Cary. You can't let yourself get paranoid. This place, it changes people."

"Kalinda. Kalinda"

If he is broken then she is shattered beyond repair, eyes lost darting between the writing on the wall that Cary can't quite translate.

When he leaves, she looks away.

"Cary. I…we had hoped" Diane is speaking in her bad news voice, the one that is hesitant, so unlike her

Alicia interrupts:

"Kalinda's gone"

They keep talking, saying words he doesn't understand,

shejustupandleftImeansheleftanotebutit'sbeenamonthcaryshedoesn'twanttobefoundcaryareyoulistening?

Lying comes easy to him, in a way it never did before.

"Are you ok?"

Ok? God, Alicia he's fine honestly, he has his life back and he's eternally grateful. No, they should go, he'll seen them in the morning don't worry

At his law school interview, the interviewer, some old balding man who was once his hero, asked him what he thought the law was about.

Cary gave some intelligent sounding answer about how the law is intrinsically about the truth and it doesn't matter whether the truth is right or not because it's the truth and thereby it's automatically good.

His interviewer smiled and now he wonders how anyone could be that naïve.