“The closer he looks at the child, the less he sees … The more he looks at it, there’s nothing there. He fears that the more you look at him the less you see. There isn’t anything there.” - John Hughes
"You were in a coma. Eight months ago." "Eight months? What happened?" "Yeah, it was…" "It was in October, in the supermarket. There was this enormous queue and it was really hot and you just passed out." "In October?" "It was a really hot October. At the time."
Last week, I may have gone too far. I’ll explain it quickly. Basically, I found out where he gets his clothes dry-cleaned. Custom ordered the same suit, made with tear-away velcro. And… you can fill in the rest.