On what wings dare he aspire?
When I first see him, it has been so long since I have seen another face that I cannot believe it is not Moran.
'Mr. Holmes?' he asks and some distant part of me that still pays attention to conversation finds that rather a stupid question for Moran to ask.
When he repeats it he sounds entirely too concerned to be Moran. His unfamiliar face must be genuine.
But what does that mean? Who is he? How does he know who I used to be? What does he want?
I cower away.
'Don't you worry, sir. I'm getting you out.'
