A tall, thin, red-haired man sat hunched behind a chair, typing rapidly on a computer with shaky fingers. Worse than the average office plankton. He had a look of fear on his face, and his eyebrows were fixedly shifted in a triangle shape. He didn't seem to notice you, looking very busy. You wouldn't have guessed it, but the other day he was flogged for being late for work. He didn't want it to happen again.