I go and talk to the one person in Atlantis I know will listen to me. It's late when I arrive at his lab but he's still there. Like me, he's always on call and running on little sleep. God help us when we run out of coffee, but I'm off topic. He walks over to greet me and asks if I'm all right. I assure him that, physically at least, I'm fine. We sit and everything I've kept locked up inside spills out. He pats me on the shoulder and lets me in on what's really going on here.