Giskard awakes and stretches his arms, thereby wreaking a modicum of urban renewal. According to his phone, it’s 15:30 hours. WTF! Hungry and in in a hurry to attend a lecture at 16:00, Giskard encounters at the door Reginald Frost Esq., attractively attired in black and brandishing a bundle of apparently blank pages.
“Please lend me your dossier”, Giskard requests, without troubling to introduce himself.
Reginald demurs.
“Very well, don’t then”, Giskard remarks. He seizes Reginald about the thorax, peels him like a banana and begins taking bites, starting at the head.
By the time Giskard reaches the auditorium, he has finished his snack, deposits the black wrapper in the correct recylcling receptacle, finds a seat and opens the dossier with a view to taking notes.
He is mildly surprised to find that the pages are, after all, not blank. He begins to read and, as he does so, his interest quickly builds.