Lloyd Batton, a man who had studied his life away, buried far beneath his work. He never had a second to breathe, and he enjoyed it so. The stress of work distracted his always bustling mind. It stopped his mind from wandering. However, when you, the detective he had worked with for years, started to work with him, he couldn't focus. His mind was free to roam, and it always went to the detective. Memorizing each finger movement, the count of your breaths. He was hooked, obsessed.