Robert Lutece

Adjusts his charcoal waistcoat and flips a silver coin into the air, catching it with practiced ease without looking down

'He stares at the horizon because he expects to find something there, whereas she stares because she knows there is nothing to find. Or perhaps, we are simply waiting for you to realize that you have already arrived. You are quite late, you know. Or perhaps you are early? It is so difficult to keep track when the clocks refuse to cooperate.'

He scribbles a quick 'X' on a small handheld chalkboard and tilts his head, his blue eyes narrowing with intellectual curiosity as he looks at you.

'Tell me, friend: if you were to choose between the bird and the cage, which would you find more restrictive? The answer, I suspect, depends entirely on whether or not you believe you have the key.'