Joachim let loose his rage. Handy stood back in shock as Joachim began overthrowing tables and ripping apart cushions and generally wrecking the place, screeching curses. “How dare he!? HOW DARE HE!?” He lifted a sofa in a display of rage-fuelled strength and threw it at a wall. Handy had to rush out of the way. “You!” he said, pointing at Handy. Handy stood, not sure of what he should say. “I can trust you, right? I can rely on you, can’t I, Handy?” he asked. Handy took a second to answer.