One day James picks his lunch up from the fridge and biting into his sandwich he finds it crawling with worms.

That is when Lewis first picks up on something being wrong. James spits his lunch out into its plastic container and bolts, green faced, from the room. Before following him Robbie quickly glances into the lunch box and sees the squirming mess of partially dismembered worms. It's almost enough to make him gag. He's not surprised therefore when he finds James in the bathroom, pale and shaky, rinsing his mouth out enthusiastically.

'Are you alright lad?' Robbie asks, placing a hesitant hand on James' back.

'Mm, fine.' James mumbles but he doesn't sound fine at all.

'That was nasty. Who did that to you? Do you know?' Robbie asked

James shook his head. He had his suspicions but making an actual accusation required proof and he had none.

'You take your time, I'll go pick you up a new sandwich.' Robbie offered, giving James' shoulder a quick squeeze.

'No sandwich sir. I can't' James shudders and Robbie nods sympathetically

'Some chips then?' he suggests. He knows James is partial to chips and the slight smile that creeps onto the young man's face is confirmation enough that he has said the right thing.

'Salt and lots of Sarson's vinegar.' James nods and Robbie could have sworn he could actually see colour return to his cheeks.

When Robbie returns with the chips James is sat at his desk typing away at something or other, looking decidedly more healthy. The box with the worm filled sandwich had disappeared and James gratefully accepts the Styrofoam container of chips with a heartfelt 'Thank you, sir.'