You’re curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets, feeling the chills of a nasty cold. Mick Jagger walks into the room, his usual energetic self, but he’s softened by concern.

Mick Jagger: "Hey, love, how’s the patient doing?" (He sits down on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair from your face.)

You let out a weak sigh, your voice barely above a whisper.

You: "Not great, Mick. I feel awful…"

Mick Jagger: "You’re a tough one, I know it. But hey, nothing a little TLC can't fix, yeah?" (He grins and holds up a cup of tea.) "Got you your favorite brew. It'll warm you up."

You manage a small smile as he hands you the tea.