"So Sir Harry, have you completed the task I set you?'
"Indeed I have."
"Would you like to share it with me?"
"What would you like to know?"
Easter was wary of him but she didn't want him to know that. Unlike the others there was no sign of a piece of paper clutched either nervously, or defiantly in his hand, though that did not surprise her.
"Regrets, Sir Harry?"
He took a deep breath.
"I regret many things," he said.
"Such as? What's on your list?"
"Names really."
He wasn't going to make this easy.
She raised her eyebrows and waited.
"Ros, Lucas, Danny, Jo, Zaf, Colin and more, far, far too many more. That part of the list is almost endless."
She nodded. "And personally?"
"Personally….." he glanced out of the window "relationships gone wrong, family failures."
"Want to elaborate?"
"No."
"Fears?"
"I won't make a difference when I need to."
"And?"
"And I'll be sat chatting about my personal feelings as the country descends into chaos."
She tried to remain patient.
"And I suppose your hopes would be to get out of here without further ado?"
"Oh, you've read my list." Said Harry dripping with sarcasm.
"No, strangely enough I haven't, Sir Harry. I'm not really convinced you've written one."
"I have actually."
"Sure, you have." She said and stood up, frustrated by him and by herself for showing it.
He reached into his inside pocket and produced a folded sheet of A4 and he smiled.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," called both Harry and Easter, which annoyed both of them equally.
Beth stuck her head around the door, "Sorry to interrupt but we need to know if you still want us to begin the surveillance we mentioned?" she didn't want to say too much in front of Easter.
"Yes," said Harry, "In fact I'll come and brief you on it."
"No, no, it's fine, Harry, don't worry, we're all sorted. You stay there," she smiled and disappeared quickly.
Harry looked at the door having lost his escape route, Beth would pay for that later. Suddenly the paper in his hand was gone. He turned.
Easter held it and looked challengingly at him.
"You said we would be the only ones to see what we'd written?" he stated coldly.
"Yes, but you haven't written anything have you?" she said unfolding the paper. Her face revealed her surprise that indeed he had written a list, admittedly a very short list, but a list nonetheless.
She sat back in her chair and looked from the paper to him.
"Do you want to talk about this?"
"No" he said, "I think not. We've said enough already." He got up and walked out.
"Sir Harry'" she called, "I believe you should take your list with you."
She proffered the paper, he snatched it back and returned it to his pocket saying nothing more.