What would happen if you were struck by a 150-thousand ton meteorite? That’s precisely what happened to poor Henry. And yet he’s still there. Well, not exactly “there”, just a few centimeters further along, 91 centimeters to be precise. 91 centimeters from where he was, from where he should be, from where he can touch and interact with the world around him. If he wants to open a door, sit on a chair, or pick up the phone, from now on he just has to do so from 91 centimeters away. And what if madness could be measured in centimeters?