There were no answers.
It was all supposition.
It was a premise built upon a pipe-dream - built on wishful thinking.
He'd wake up in the morning and know that it was wrong.
He'd go down to the bar and have a drink with Maxine or with Monty and laugh at himself for the things that he'd dreamed up.
School, he'd told himself. But it wouldn't be a school - at least not the kind of school he'd ever known before.
I wish it could be so, he thought.
The cabinet said, "You'd better get off to bed, sir."
"I suppose I should," said Bishop. "It's been a long, hard day."
"You'll want to get up early," said the cabinet, "so you aren't late for school."