"Remind me? What madness are you babbling about. You were doing no such thing. You were caught breaking into my properly, stealing my watch. Such an item can only be glimpsed at by men of my stature. Not by roaming physicians," Marcus insisted with annoyance, unable to believe how this moron was trying to talk himself out of the problem. Couldn't he just confess and accept his punishment like a man? Surely he could if he wanted too.

At the mention of the drums, Marcus stopped, his eyes wide as he stared at the Doctor for a long time. No, he didn't like this. How did this man know about his problem? Was he a spy? He could be! He seemed to be a fine liar. And if he wasn't, then what? A mind read, a witch of some kind? Sneering, Marcus was soon on his feet again, moving away. "I'm tried of this conversation! You're no doctor, you're a liar and a con man."