Once our discussion ends, a guy from the staff shows up with food for the room. Then he pushes the cart next to Nolan's bed, just like the others did before.

Still, I can't think about food, there's a question bugging me. Since we arrived here, it hasn't let go.

I watch Nolan closely as he gives a quick nod to the waiter, then I break the silence.

"So tell me, Nolan, who exactly are you? You know I have been asking you the same question, but you have been ignoring me."

He looks up, confused. ...