The Intervention:
The stalemate was over. Or maybe it had just begun?
Vic looked at Henry and Cady and began to explain. "Walt. We brought you here to discuss a very serious matter. If you will just cooperate here, we'll get to the point," Vic explained. She nodded to Henry.
"Henry, shall we begin?" Vic gestured to Cady and Henry. Cady stood up and moved behind the desk to close the window blinds. Henry rose and pushed a heavy chair in front of the already locked door.
"Henry, I'm pretty pissed off right now, but I'm not going to bust through you guys and out the door. That's not necessary," Walt said.
"I will be the judge of that, Walter," Henry said with a serious tone. Walt glared at him. He hated it when Henry called him that. Early on in his life, the formal version of his name had usually been reserved for Walt's father, and latterly, for Ruby.
Henry and Vic moved quickly to set up a folding table in the middle of the room. On the table they installed a projector that was aimed towards the back wall beyond the desk. Cables were attached to Henry's laptop. Cady adjusted the lights and fiddled with the computer. The presentation began.
"Walter," Henry said slowly. "Although you are normally a reasonable and compassionate person, you have committed a grave error. For many moons now, we have been concerned about your horse's welfare."
"What are you talking about?" Walt interjected. "You know I take very good care of him. I would never do anything to harm or neglect him," he explained, hackles raised.
"Walter, it is obvious that you have failed to provide the basic necessities of life for your horse. You have failed to treat your horse in a kind and humane fashion. This has been repeatedly pointed out to you. You have not given your horse a real name. 'Horse' is not a name, it is merely a noun. Today we are going to rectify that." In the slightly darkened room, Henry's eyes bored deep into Walt's.
Walt could tell that this was no joke. He was in the middle of an intervention about his bloody horse's name.