Gordon Grey is a tall man. Grey indeed, yes, as in hair, but not old. He wears an expensive silk suit, although multiple gold chains around his neck somewhat spoils the effect. He awaits them inside a glass cube squatting in an empty warehouse. Bright halogens bathe the whole in absolute light. Timothy and Adrian, after suffering yet another beating, are stripped naked, bundled into sacks with holes for arms and head, and hauled here in chains after days of waiting.