And then one day we were done. My part was over. For a few weeks we kept in touch—they came to me with little ideas and problems, pieces of gameplay, even, and I suggested things that were by turns terribly naive and terribly clever, because I had no idea what I was talking about. I liked that part, too. But in the end they faded away, months more work to do on their end, and I went back to being Mr. Bekele of the Bekele Home Security company. I kept painting, but we had seventeen workshops in five cities in the UK and no concerns about the economy because people always need keys cut and locks fitted, and now CCTV and personal alarm monitoring. It doesn’t matter what else is happening, the client still wants a door they can shut. I had plenty to do.