Re: [Atticus' Room]
[He felt around for the manufacturing perforations on the box, slowly, with his fingertips. Like he had no eyes.] I don't need any of that. [Then, almost reluctantly.] Might taste good. [A short pause.] Well, the boss gave me a job. That job usually has a limited area. Crossroads. So I woke up there, got used to having a working body again. [As if to illustrate, he held out one horrifically thin arm and rotated his wrist freely from one direction to another.]