I can hear Elsa wheezing all the way down the corridor to the front door. A fuss of bolts and chains. Elsa peers suspiciously round the edge.
‘Hello. My name’s Jim. I’m with the Rapid Response Team.’
‘The what?’
‘The Rapid Response Team. From the hospital. Come to visit Elsa.’
‘Well – that’s me!’
‘Oh! Great! Hello, Elsa!’
‘Who did you say you were?’
‘Jim. Rapid Response. How are you today?’
‘Well I’m a bit confused.’
‘Sorry to hear that, Elsa. Why are you confused?’
‘I haven’t got any rabbits.’