Easter Chenkovsky sat on a small leather sofa. She waited.
Tariq walked back on to the Grid.
"Your turn," he said to Ruth.
She sighed, leant into her bag and picked out her paper.
"How was it?"
"Fine. She's not that bad really. She said I'd been really honest."
Ruth said nothing and walked away.
As she walked across the grid Alec and Dimitri started humming the funeral march.
She gave them a sarcastic smile and clutched the rolled paper in her hand a little tighter.
"Sit down and please, call me Easter."
Ruth sat.
"You have your 'homework'?"
Ruth unfurled the paper on her knee.
"Aah," said the psychologist.
"I found it difficult to be brief," said Ruth as she looked at the three pieces of A4.
"You like to be thorough."
"Yes, I do."
"You like to feel you have explored every avenue?"
"Yes."
"And have you, is that a comprehensive list?"
"I think so."
"Perhaps, by the time we have finished you may feel you can condense it to something a little more manageable." Easter smiled.
Ruth nodded.
"Where's Ruth?" said Harry as he left his office. He needed her to find something for him.
"Not out yet." Beth replied.
"What? How long's she been in there?"
"About a week and a half," joked Dimitri.
"Two hours," said Beth.
"Two hours!"
Harry marched from the grid.
Even as he opened the door, he was knocking. He looked at the two women in the room.
"I need Ruth," he said.
Neither moved, nor said anything.
"Now." He turned away leaving the door open.
Easter looked at Ruth. "Will you keep working through it, as we have, and on Monday bring in a single piece of paper? Do you think you can do that?"
Ruth nodded, got up and walked to the door.
"Is everything alright, Ruth?"
"Fine, Harry."
"What the hell was she doing with you in there?"
"I think my list was a little long."
He laughed. "Wait till she sees mine."