I was supposed to be seeking the Ogdoad. So why then did I find myself in this inevitable place of quiet whispers and pending death? Back in the hospital, holding Adam's hand in the stillness of the empty ward where only the young man I loved lay dying? I'd checked on my way in, pausing at the station where the nurses talked, overheard caregivers and doctors discuss the impossible. Their surprise at the empty rooms, lack of patients to treat, their inability to understand why, of all ...