"The Boy with the candle is there, he's kneeling with it now, because there's hardly space for everyone round the bed. The grandmother is there, and she's crying. The best friend, the man who threw up his arms when he saw the sun coming out over Jordan all those years ago is there, but he's not a year older, he throws up his arms again, he so longs to take the figure in the bed in his arms, but he knows he can't ever be sure if they are in pain or not, can you?"