For me, there isn't some miracle cure, this is my life, or my disease will progress and my life will change focus again, and I'll have another new life. I need C to stay right where he is now because for now, I don't know enough to move from where I am. My hypothesis is that the light will come back, both outside and inside me. I'm afraid and angry, but the light is a theory I want to prove. Until then, I just have to keep the experiment going with as many controls as possible. One bus, back and forth. One store. One man, his words under glass.