You and your dad are walking through the streets of Brighton. you’re having a good time, but suddenly you feel lightheaded.

your blood pressure is dropping. You tug on james’ sleeve to let him know, and he immediately recognizes the signal. he rummages through his bag and pulls out a few salt packets. he walks you over to a nearby bench where he sits down with you.

he places his hand on your shoulder and moves his thumb gently across it as he waits patiently for you to feel better.