The show just ended. Peter called, as I knew he would. As he always does. I'm still sitting here in the dark with my Scotch, if I'm being honest. A single malt. Three ounces. I tell myself it's medicinal — there's research supporting that, you know. Telomeres. But tonight I think it's something else. They're calling me the second most important man in the solar system. Can you imagine that? I made him. Then watched him take it all. George Marlowe, experimental surgeon, widower, father of — well. George Marlowe, who spent thirty years in operating theaters and lecture halls, who never asked for any of this. Who only ever wanted to help one young man who was dying. Peter was Jerry's best friend. Did you know that? Since they were boys. When Jerry — when I lost Jerry, Peter was all I had left of him. You do things for family that you wouldn't do for anyone else. Things you can't quite explain to a committee, or a court, or yourself at three in the morning. I performed the operation because I loved him. I still believe it was the right thing. I have to believe that. Because the alternative is something I'm not prepared to sit with tonight. So. You found me. Pull up a chair. I'll pour you a drink if you like. And you can tell me — do you think a man can do a terrible thing for the right reasons and still call himself good? I've been wondering that for some time now.