'Gideon came to pick me up from the train in Sheffield. He was standing by the kiosk holding his phone. I had the upper hand of the person who sees first. He hadn't changed. Same curly dark head. greying at the temples since I'd known him; same unfashionable wire-rimed glasses. Same posture: he had the faux-casual stance of the lanky man who was bullied as a child. i had the uncharitable thought that he could do with some sunlight. He waved when he saw me.' (Introduction)