Music

I wondered if such a strong, primal voice as Nina Simone's would get into Mark's consciousness being played across his land. You know, float on the air to him, or something.

I hoped it might. Funny the places your mind goes to when you are grasping at any possibility.

I guessed I'd have to take it to his hospital room.

Then I thought today, I might play him music in his hospital room, as he lies there out to it, hooked up to a multitude of machines.