“Olga reached out and felt the now connected space of his foot and body where she assumed his leg used to be. He was beyond firm, and not in his usually positively, muscled way. Mr. Z closed his eyes and sighed, as if Olga’s hesitation spelled out his doom and his all too sudden and painful departure from this world. His skin was getting even harder by the second and puffing further under Olga’s hand. If Olga waited any longer…”