I remember eleven and I remember being perfectly calm about counting them, which I have since been told is normal and is the brain finding something to do.

Kevin walked alongside until the second set of doors.

He was in the blue paper things over his shoes, and a cap, because at that stage they still thought he would be coming in, and he had my glasses in his hand because I had given them to him, and he was talking the entire way.

I could not tell you one word of it.

Not one.