Mister Anderson, Mister Anderson and the Angels

Harris makes a fist and knocks on the end of the pneumatic tube hanging over the laundry basket, making it swing. Client wants to know why we're here. Wants to know what it's all about. He waits, nothing happens. Harris folds his hands on his desk. There's that assuming isaac harris is telling the truth. No memories at all, no changes at all. Are you sure? How can you be? Because it's always the same conversation, mister anderson, each time. And with all of you, it's andrews he bellows it surprising both of them. In a lower voice, he says, if i try,