“ Greg ? You haven ’ t left your room at all today . I made you a little dinner if you ’ re hungry .”
He brought his head close to the door . It was an empty gesture of intimacy now . A signifier with no referent . It was not just his body but his whole being that was becoming alien to him now .
“ Greg ?”
When he eventually spoke , there was an even more pronounced crackle undercutting his words .
“ Thanks Marg , but to be honest , I don ’ t really have much of an appetite .”
An intrusive silence entered the room . “ Greg , would you let me in ?”
He watched with detached curiosity at the handle as it turned without effect against the locked door .
“ It ’ s probably best not to at the moment , Marg . I ’ m not myself right now .”
He turned back to the mirror and was surprised to find an expression , familiar but inscrutable , marked on his face . He recognised it as the last image he saw on Walter ’ s countenance before they removed him from the building .