(With thanks to Dan DeWitt)
The doctor tapped his pen on his clipboard and coughed.
‘Well, Mr Wolfowitz,’ he said, ‘you suffer from a rare disorder known as Chronic Recurrent Meta-Synodic Genetic Reconfiguration.’
‘Okay,’ said Art, scratching the back of his hand. ‘What does that mean?’
‘Let me put it like this,’ the doctor said. ‘The episodes you have described experiencing and the associated symptoms – chronic restlessness, argyrophobia, sudden, unexplained hair growth, uncontrollable aggression – seem to occur on a regular cycle, do they not?’ Art nodded and flexed his toes, which suddenly felt very restricted inside his shoes.
‘What’s your point?’ he said.
‘That cycle is, broadly speaking, monthly, is it not?’ said the doctor.
‘Yeah. So?’ Now his ears itched. He scratched at them.
‘And the episodes only occur at night, is that correct? When the moon is visible?’
‘Look,’ snarled Art. ‘What are you getting at?’ He was feeling irritable and, all of a sudden, hungry.
‘The truth is, Mr Wolfowitz,’ the doctor sighed, ‘very little is known about Chronic Recurrent Meta-Synodic Genetic Reconfiguration. I’d like to keep you in overnight for tests. You can sleep here, in this flimsily-built cage, just underneath the skylight.’