His eyes felt glued to his head and he wanted to unglue them. Everything he was feeling at this moment of fuzzy uncertainty was lost in a hypnogogic haze that congealed on the surface of his forehead. He was seeing the world from behind that part of his skull that pressed against his forehead and it was only when he heard her voice that he became himself again.

"What do you know about Cynthia?" asked Ms. A.

Golam was not sure he understood the question so he just turned to Ms. A and smiled at her. His gesture was sleepy and confused.