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Hans Vanderkamp has left the room, gently closing the door behind him. And now the rest of us are simply too gobsmacked to say anything. Carl and Erik are both nervously scrolling on their phones. Stella and I have exchanged glances and Caspar remains completely encased in himself, almost as though he is not present with us here. "I suppose I owe everyone an explanaton", says Stella. "I remember him", says Carl. "And given how he was looking at you", says Stella, "I am sure the feeling is mutual." "Before you go on", says Lawrence, "There are some things, Christopher, that I was wondering if you could eplain or at least confirm for me."