Well, there is an ocean, and it's warm. And there are women on the beach. [The mental image of Alfie in some 1920s stripey bathing suit with his beard, snorkeling in Cuba is so bizarre and hilarious, though. He wonders if he might be able to get Emily to draw it for when he comes back.

And he will come back. John's bound and determined. This is too stupid a reason for him to die to not come back. But John can hear his labored breathing, and that's another wrench.]

You could work on your tan. Reckon I could do with that. Been in England too long, got all pasty again.