Angelo stood up out of the chair, stretching upright, seeming strong with physical life but fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, moving without total coordination, looking around vaguely as if not quite sure what he should be doing next.
His wandering gaze came to rest on Jonathan and me.
'Hullo,' he said.
The doors from the outer room opened wide and two white-coated male nurses and a uniformed policeman came through it.
'Is he ready?' the policeman said.
'All yours.'
'Let's be off, then.'
He fastened a handcuff round Angelo's left wrist and attached him to one of the nurses.
Angelo didn't seem to mind. He looked at me uninterestedly for the last time with the black holes where the eyes should have been and walked as requested to the door.
Diminished, defused… perhaps even docile.
'Where's my tea?' he said.