Mark is Unsevered. It is like Petey said, the relativity’s fucked, and his head hurts like hell. Memories of him laughing with Dylan, talking with Irving, walking with Helly, and the time he spent with Ms. Casey are intercut with his sister, her pregnancy and Ricken, hating the book that changed his life, red-eyed sobbing in the car before work, a haphazard attempt at dating, and not Ms. Casey, his wife, Gemma, Gemma, Gemma; she sneezes twice, they dance in the kitchen, she’s petting the neighbor’s dog, he’s bringing her breakfast in bed, she’s picking him up in her car after teaching, they’re driving to a nice restaurant, a second of looming panic, a scream that tears out of his mouth in slow motion, the most incredible loss he’s ever felt in his entire life.