“Hello” said Andrew.
It was Mike on the phone and he said the words to send Andrew into another trance “Time to sleep.”
Andrew’s eyes glazed over. Rosie saw he was away with the f airies and slipped away, hoping to encounter him again when he was alert.
“What are you and what do you like doing?” asked Mike.
“I’m a jock and I love playing sports” answered the hypnotized Andrew.
“Yes, you love sports, particularly rugby. You have played rugby every day this winter. You play to win. You are tough, strong and mean. What do you play and how do you play it?”
“Hell, I play rugby and I play to win. I take no fucking prisoners.”
“That’s right,” soothed Mike, “and you are playing in a game this afternoon. You need all your sports gear at the changing room at two. If you can’t find any gear, you must go and buy some. What are you going to do?”
“I will be at the changing room at two with my rugby kit.”
“Yes. And when I count to three you will awake and your name will be Bruce. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“3…2…1. Hi Bruce, it’s Mike.”
“Mike, you fucker,” laughed Bruce.