Her voice pulled him back to where he was. He couldn't cry now. His sister was here. Slowly he regained control of himself. He wiped his face with his sleeve, turned around and dropped himself back into the chair. It creaked.

"I'm sorry..." He wanted to say something. He wanted to apologize for everything. But he didn't know where to start. He wanted to ask questions, but he also didn't know where to start.

"What did he die from?" Irrelevant, but also nice and practical.