He had a lot of time to daydream. It felt like a lot of time compared with how it used to be. He spent a lot of time thinking about the way it used to be; back-to-back meetings, rushed briefings for those meetings, deadlines, decisions. He still made the decisions – for now at least – but he had time to sit and think. He looked at the door, remembering sitting outside the headteacher’s study; remembering people knocking on it, needing him. It was quiet. His mind wandered. He glanced at the screen again, negotiations were still “ongoing”. He closed his eyes.