Making the most of the hospital transport (Sheffield's "Firefly"), not looking forward to the first burst of radiography, John muses on W H Auden's "night mail" poem, and then, relieved after the treatment, mimics a game of Cluedo. Please pray for John as he battles through treatment and faces another burst of chemotherapy. The ending music track is John's choice ... mine are days that God has numbered, I was made to walk with Him ... but mine is hope in my Redeemer, though I fall His love is sure, for Christ has paid for every failing I am His forevermore.