Plans within Plans

Have you ever been in a hospital waiting room in the dead of night? It’s an odd place to be. They’re desolated places, usually filled with the hum of vending machines and the smell of disinfectant.

Think of poor Rupert in a place like that. A failing company’s future resting on his shoulders and his father laying in a coma in a room down the corridor, it can’t get much worse for him, can it?

Oh yes it can.