The View From Lower Down

This is part of an interactive adventure. To return to the start,  click here . "He won't move out." "SO? HE'S ONLY WHAT, 20-SOMETHING?" "30-something; I didn’t mind it as much when he was 20-something.” “SORRY. I’M A BAD JUDGE OF PEOPLE’S AGES DUE TO BEING SO OLD MYSELF. SO WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?” “Well, I was hoping you could help me set him up with someone and they could move in together?” “YOU DO UNDERSTAND THAT I RUN THE LONDON MAFIA AND NOT A DATING SITE?” “I do, but I also know that you’re the best person I know to fix something.” “I SEE. WELL BY A HAPPY COINCIDENCE I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP. HE WORKS IN WESTMINSTER UNIVERSITY, DOESN’T HE?” You’ve always been impressed by how much Macavity knows, usually about very obscure things. On the one occasion, you decided to ask him about it, he just shrugged and said “I HAVE MANY FINGERS IN MANY PIES” , and the subject was never mentioned again. “That’s right, yes. Why do you need an insider at the uni

This is part of an interactive adventure. To return to the start,  click here . You step into Macavity's office. He is in shadow with his back to the window and you know better than to approach closer. You've often wondered about the presence of a window this far underground but you know better than to question that either. "SO DEIRDRE, IT'S BEEN A WHILE." "Yes, well, I didn't want to distract you; I know how busy you get." "GOOD POINT. I DO MISS OUR CHATS THOUGH. ANYWAY, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO SPEAK TO ME ABOUT?" "It's about my son." "AH YES, CHRISTOPHER. I REMEMBER. WHAT ABOUT HIM?" "He won't move out." "He won't get a girlfriend."