Ronald sidestepped the lurching girl.
"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" Manet demanded. "I'm going to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year, forever! Now what do you think about that?"
"If you think it's the right thing, dear," Veronica said hesitantly.
"You know best, Willy," Ronald said uncertainly.
Manet slammed the hatch in disgust.
Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he walked too carefully for this to happen.
As he passed the File Room, Ronald's voice said: "In my opinion, William, you should let us out."
"I," Veronica said, "honestly feel that you should let me out, Bill, dearest."
Manet giggled. "What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you back after you've been behind a locked door with my best friend?"
He went down the corridor, giggling.