“Really Billson? Cannibalism? You are clearly a hungry man, but don’t you think this is a bit much?” Jones said, raising his eyes to meet Billson’s.

Billson quickly looked away and bit down harder on his lip. This time drawing some blood. Instinctively he attempted to swallow it, but was once again denied this basic reflex.

Taking another quick glance at the man taking up two of his waiting room chairs, Jones had the sudden realisation that Billson must be a terribly anxious man.

“This isn’t the first time you have had to have one of these talks, right?” said Jones as he was opening Billson’s file.