Bill had expected the little panel to be opened. Instead, the door opened and he was faced with the sergeant. Bill's pale face gaped at the man stupidly. Upon pulling the level, it had felt like an electric shock had gone through his arm, his chest, his limbs, and rushed with adrenaline, he had searched for an excuse for why he had called for the constable. He couldn't remember if he had found one.

The constable didn't ask for a reason. Instead, he announced taking Bill elsewhere to talk. Bill nodded and without being prompted, he held out his arms for the constable to put handcuffs on him. His body remembered the drill even before he realized what he was doing.