in his lab, rollo sits at the gynecological table abandoned by hobbes. rollo is using it as an auxiliary desk.
rollo searches through hobbes's notes to find the relevant quotes. as he does so, he drops a few crumbs of knish on the page and his plump fingers brush the crumbs away, smearing some meat over the words.
rollo puts his jacket on, picks up his doctor's bag and a manila envelope jammed solid with hobbes's notes, and leaves his lab, turning off the lights and locking the door behind him.