You go to the pub with Mark and Paul, and it's good to see them, nice, normal. Paul has a theory - that the whole cancer thing is unfair, that only decent people get cancer, and he says to you - that's your job over the next few days - prove me wrong. Think of a c*** with cancer.
It seems strange, but you can't seem to prove him wrong. Later you realise that it's probably because
a) you don't actually dislike that many people; and
b) no-one deserves this.
He also says - make sure you're doing everything you want to do. Again, it throws you, because the worst of it is - you already were.
