It is the afternoon of November 4th, and Town Hall is mostly quiet, when a man walks in looking like he has just had a good run, a good cry or a good fuck. His face is blotchy and red and his breath still comes in shaky huffs. He is very clearly not up for this, whatever this may be.

Instead of the plainclothes of a new arrival, he is in the sharp uniform of a Black Stag Casino dealer.