Withdrawn as the old man may have seemed, Elise's words seemed to have an effect on him.  They seemed to focus his attention a bit, and after a moment of uncertainty he set himself down on a stool.  He looked more sad than paranoid now, more cooperative.<br/><br/><em>"I know what I was.  What I still is.  'Ole Peterson the Drunk', they called me, 'Olaf the Oaf'.  It were all true.  I drank ta ferget all the pain, y'see.  But none of 'em ever remember what I been through.  They jess remember if I pissed on their floor, ayep.  Now I don't drink a drop.  Gotta keep me wits.  However little of 'em be left, anyhoo."</em><br/><br/>Olaf sucked on his teeth.<em>"Ask whatever questions ye like.  It's 'bout the <strong>thing</strong> I saw, innit."</em>