”How did you find me?” The voice was nasal, high-pitched, whining and strangest of all, only in my mind. I had never before experienced the phenomenon commonly referred to as hearing voices. The only explanation I could tender for this occurrence was a sense of guilt and shame. The guilt I felt upon hearing my fears confirmed. I had just consumed a plate of pork chops. Chops obtained from the farm shop to which my home-reared pigs had recently been dispatched for slaughter and preparation for sale.