My eyes met a bloated head, connected to a mouse wire. Then just like a hunger pang, my emaciated mind began enquiring about the source of nourishment. The mother laid still; she passed out to cheat the blinding pain. Hankering for an answer, I posed the question to the head: ‘Is it a paternal debt you’re paying?’ He smiled nervously and almost instinctively, pressed the enter key to exit through the back door. ‘The sins of my father hang around me like a colleague,’ he said. ‘But, all I could see is you, coiled in your cubicle,’ I replied. He touched the dirt on his desk and atoned for his transgressions, as darkness claimed the light as its concubine.