I can't see Rob. But he's here. He's put his arms around me. I can't feel it, but he has. He leads me through sunsets and into a place where there are grass green thoughts that root our past and stem elegantly into our future.
"When this is over," he whispers quietly, "I'm going to find you a bookshop selling coffee."
Despite everything, the ridiculous absurdity of what he says makes me laugh loudly and I'm aware of Farmer glancing at me.
Then Rob leaves, gone from me.
And on the floor his legs twitch and he raises his head.