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didn’t.
    Dr Passlow nodded.
    ‘I’m pretty pleased with your progress,’ he said. ‘We might just run a few more checks, and if everything’s in order, you can be discharged.’
    ‘Great.’
    ‘What we need to do first, though, is set up an appointment at the neurological outpatients’ clinic for an eeg,’ he continued. ‘Then I’ll want to discuss the results with you both, and perhaps give you a referral, depending on the indications.’
    ‘But what about this?’ Mum demanded. She tapped the letter he was holding. ‘What does this mean?’
    ‘I have no idea.’
    ‘Is Father Alvarez some kind of hospital chaplain? Does he actually work here?’
    ‘I’m not sure,’ Dr Passlow confessed. ‘I’ll have to follow it up.’
    ‘If he is, I don’t think he should be writing things like this and leaving them on children’s beds.’ Poor Mum was in a state. I can always tell, though it isn’t easy; most people think she’s just a little concerned when she rambles on in her soft, breathy voice. They don’t realise that Mum’s agitated ramblings are the exact equivalent of another person’s screaming hysterical attack. ‘It’s not appropriate,’ she complained. ‘My son shouldn’t have to read this sort of stuff. His medical advice should come from you, not from a hospital chaplain . . .’
    She went on and on, but no one was listening. I’d tuned out, the way I often do. So had Dr Passlow. Watching him, I realised that he was actually giving the letter his serious consideration. Something in it had sparked his interest.
    When he finally looked up again, he caught my eye.
    ‘Ahem,’ he said, clearing his throat. Mum immediately shut up. She and I both waited, staring at him.
    I don’t know what we expected. The answer to all our problems, perhaps? If so, we didn’t get it. Dr Passlow wasn’t about to spill any beans.
    ‘I’ll make some inquiries,’ he promised. ‘As you say, it’s all rather troubling. Do you mind if I copy this? For my own records?’
    ‘You can keep it.’ Mum folded her arms. ‘I don’t want anything to do with it.’
    ‘That’s probably wise.’
    ‘I’m just grateful we’re leaving. What if this priest actually tries to visit Toby?’ After hesitating a moment, she suddenly changed tack. ‘Do you know what rare condition he’s referring to?’ she asked, sounding a bit shamefaced. ‘I mean, do you think it’s worth pursuing, or . . .?’
    She trailed off weakly. Dr Passlow was tucking the letter safely back into its envelope, his eyes downcast. Without lifting his gaze he said, ‘It’s impossible to know what this so-called “condition” might be, without more details.’
    ‘Oh.’
    ‘But what we have to do first is rule out all the obvious problems. Fretting about exotic diseases isn’t going to help anyone.’ He glanced up, smiling professionally. ‘For all we know, this blackout of Toby’s might never be repeated. I don’t want you panicking because ignorant people are poking their noses into your business. Father Alvarez might be a hospital chaplain, but he’s going way beyond his remit. And I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.’
    With this undertaking my mother had to be satisfied, because the doctor was a busy man. He couldn’t hang around discussing my mysterious ‘condition’ – not while dozens of other patients were waiting for him. So after a few more words of advice, he proceeded into the next room, taking the priest’s letter with him.
    I remember feeling relieved. I remember thinking, That’s one scary thing I don’t have to worry about anymore.
    God, I was stupid.

I t was just as I’d feared. While I was in hospital, Mum had ‘cleaned up’ my bedroom, uncovering all kinds of sinister and suspicious objects. Her search for my Nintendo had become a contraband shakedown.
    For some reason, the soda-can padlock shim hadn’t rung any of her alarm bells. Neither had the really, really gross computer game lent to me by