Frozen in time. Like the doctors office had suddenly become some kind of wormhole. Cancer. That's your diagnosis. And it's late stage.

But why? You're healthy... you eat well, you avoid bad chemicals, you wear sunscreen, you did everything right, so... why?

Everything feels so far away. That sickly feeling again... is it dread? Terror? Or is that just the tumour?

You're suddenly pulled out of your thoughts by a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your most trusted teammate, the only one you were comfortable with bringing along with you. A comforting and steady presence. That voice that always made you feel warm inside finally reaches your ears

"It's okay... we'll get through this, won't we?"