The therapist leaned forwards, looking at the young man in the chair across from him.

“And.. how was it?”

He asked. The young man looked at him with question.

“I don’t quite understand what you’re trying to ask me.”

The young man replied, voice monotone and eyes flat. The therapist looked at him in concern, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“How did you feel?”

A pause of silence, then the young man tilted his head forwards slightly, the lanyard marked “Shayne Brooks” around his neck falling forward.

“I didn’t feel anything.”