As the blades of the helicopter slow, the man from the InvisiScreen takes his time dismounting. He leans on a long wooden cane as he walks towards me. He's a tower of a man in a blazer, sweater vest and beige trousers. As he approaches, I gasp as I realize that he's only a passenger, but the only human on board the helicopter. The rest is empty. It's all machinery.
"Andrea Anderson." He smiles kindly at me. "How are you? It's so good to meet you. My name is Rupert Jennings." He stretches out his hand to me. I look at it.
How long has it been? I think, since I shook someone's hand?
I take his hand. As I do, I notice how dirty my skin is compared to the milky softness of his crinkled hand.
"I don't suppose there's somewhere we can sit and have a little chat, is there?" Rupert asks as the
