Ronald Craven sits at his kitchen table, alone in his 80s home.

He eats breakfast slowly, not necessarily savoring the food, but just not being in the mood to do anything.

The gentle, yellow sunlight shines through the flower-printed curtains. Craven squints his eyes, the light constricting his pupils.

Craven sighs and rests his head on his hand, keeping his eyes closed for a long time.