"Jesus christ," says Arthur hoarsely, scrubbing too late at his eyes and face. This is a lot! It's a lot to come out of one of your worst memories to find an unseen stranger poking and prodding you! It's a lot!

He knows what happened. It's not the first time it's happened. He thought it had stopped happening.

Physically drained and emotionally punch-drunk, he just. answers. quietly and obligingly.

"Right. Of- of course. The stitches... the stitches held until I- I- I- I made a stupid attempt at escape and... fell. I suppose I tore them in the fall."