“It-it w-wasn’t-t y-your f-fault J-J-Jack,” Carey said wiping his face. “I. . . I-I sh-shouldn’t-t h-have ask-ked th-that.” Nodding that he felt ok he stood back up, all hunched over and curling in on himself again, right back to square one. “I-I th-think I’ll-ll g-go l-lay d-down f-for a-a-a b-bit.”