[Perhaps he will try some of those Phantom Wafers. Dream or not, there must be a taste. He’s contemplating, his guard refuse to wane. So, he dips his wafer into his tea and eats it like a cookie with milk. It’s fine.]

No, for words can only go far as express. I am as a ghost waiting to see how this will end.

[A small sigh.]

My apologies, I’ve taken much of your time, doctor.