But the woman with him can barely speak. Her mouth is a flat line. That’s wrong. She seems—I believe she’s kind. I don’t know why. So I tell her, and she shouts. Not screams. She shouts as if I’ve cut her open. It’s a noise I’ve—well, I suppose in some sense I’ve never heard any noises before. But it’s not a good noise, at all. As if I’ve hurt her. Then she cries and she runs out and that’s all I know.