Slowly, Carlton lifts his head. Already, he knows that this voice will haunt his bad dreams for the end of time, but he still has to match the face to the voice.

He only just resists the groan of frustration as he sees it is indeed Spencer. Seriously? Maybe the gods want this idiot blotted out of existance. He pushes his chair back with an scrape, getting to his feet, so that he towers over the faker, taking back some kind of authority.

"Why don't you tell me, psychic."