It was what his therapist said to do. Anyone peeping through the window might be forgiven for thinking he had completely lost his marbles but he genuinely found it beneficial. He lay down face first on the cool stone floor, bringing as much of his body into direct contact with the slabs of ancient granite as possible. He could smell the footsteps of countless generations and a frisson of cold ran through his limbs and belly within seconds of lying there. He felt his troubles leave his body and drain away with an almost perceptible trickle. He felt total calm.