"I don't know. We'll try walking tomorrow. Don't think about it now. Rest."
He tried to relax, but his mind was a vortex of conjecture.
"Just one more question," he almost whispered.
"Yes?"
"The man I killed—did he have a wife?"
She hesitated. He thought, Damn it, of all the questions, why did I ask that?
Finally she said, "He had a wife."
"Children?"
"Two. I don't know their ages."
She left the room.