[Perhaps someday, when the trauma of the last few months has receded, things will be easier. But for right now, it's still too fresh, and Albert is loathe to talk about it. And it's kind of difficult to begin the healing process if you keep trying to ignore the wounds. Albert these days is not entirely unlike a man with a sprained ankle, insisting that he's fine and continuing to walk as normal because it's the only thing he knows how to do.]

Sure. It's not far from here. This floor, room number twenty-nine.

And that's hardly fair. I hardly ever get sick in comparison to you. I think I'm entitled to whine when I do.