He... read books. [ Books Philip never heard about, titles he didn't manage to remember, information which... passed him by and failed to strike him as suspicious. ] Watched movies. [ Blood. Gore. Horror. Light-hearted comedies, to put it in his words. ] He cooked [ things Philip could not always identify (for which he probably ought to be grateful), but which seemed harmless nevertheless ], he'd go for walks outside...

[ Philip trails off. He isn't stalling. Mundane as the list may sound, it's that very quality which makes it so noteworthy. Unusual in its exceedingly ordinary way and a routine which... which in part was even healthier than his normal lifestyle at times.

Philip falls silent and remains that way for a long time. Okay, he was stalling a little. Those were the other days, the days Clarence spent alone. Not the first day.

Not the day he went to see Daniel. When they talked through that odd and rather mortifying start and ended in a painful finish. When Clarence forced Daniel to reveal things Philip thinks he would rather not know, things he still couldn't bring himself to think about.

Not the day he... ]

And, um... you saw his transmission, right? On the first day, he... he talked to some people. He--

[ Not the day he went to see Evelyn. ]

He met up with Ev-- Evelyn.