How on earth am I going to keep track of Hal’s pills when he can no longer do so? There are so many. At least 15. And he has to take them all at different times of day. I imagine myself buried under mountains of pills, hardly able to breathe. I’ll need a pill for breathing! I’ll feel like I’m drowning. Going under. Ahhh, there goes a pill floating by. Maybe I can grab onto it and use it as a life raft. It’ll be raining pills. They’ll be all over the table, on the floor. Maybe I can crush them all up and make a paste to glue us together.