He opened his eyes and looked around for something to drink. He was in a small room with concrete walls. There were pipes running along the ceiling. H... had the feeling that he was in a basement somewhere. The oppressive quiet, an almost complete absence of noise, suggested that he was in an abandoned building.He tried to move and then realized he was tied to a chair with his arms handcuffed behind his back. His hands felt swollen and throbbed in time with his heartbeat. The cuffs were too. “I must say my goodbyes to him, even if he’s no longer there, and let his lawyer know. He’ll take care of ... things.”Joe nodded and watched her leave with regal grace.“Wow,” said Katrina.“May I sit?” the nurse asked Joe.“Of course.”“His last words,” she started carefully in broken English. “Before I...”“Helped him die,” Joe said.“Please?” she looked worried.“No one will know.”She nodded. “He want you to know what a bitch Alex is. His word for her. We could ... hear her bed.”Joe sighed.. ” She went back to the computer room, back into her apathetic mood, where she would be stuck for another week. I went back to grading what seemed like a thousand essays, and I resisted thinking about how well we were getting along, about how we would know each other if we had met in a different context, at different ages, or in a different time or place. I didn’t even recognize Jisu when I first saw her in the bookstore. She was in the wrong place, wearing the wrong clothing. I always went. No way was he driving us home. We had to leave our car overnight, because I had taken some margaritas also, but although my mind was clear, I was very tired to drive our car so far…So; we should get somebody to bring us home…A taxi arrived; I asked the driver if he could help me with Victor.He smiled and said: “Do not worry, Ma’am, I'll get him safe..."I sat in the back, as the man fastened Victor in the front seat.The fresh air had a noticeable effect on my loving husband. Instead of waking.