In that hot shabby hospital ward, with a mad old man shouting fragments down the corridor. Overworked ward staff in blue pyjamas, just barely containing their exasperation. Everybody stressed to the point of collapse. Dan lifting a plastic cup of water to his lips with a trembling hand, choking after the tiniest sip. His worried eyes, drooping and red like a bloodhound.

Yes, it was very sad.

He shifts his feet on the pedals, ready to start the next tune.

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