Harry has devised a new life system, and I have accepted it. The first thing I must do is lie down on a cot and allow him to needle me twice in the chest, then run two tubes down to my belly: one running from a vein to an artery, the other running from an artery to a vein. It is only by mixing oxygenated and non-oxygenated blood, Harry says, that the body can nurse itself back to health. The second thing is to climb under the pier down a tall metal staircase with a steel mesh box in my arms and my father in front of me, as huge and irregular waves crash against us. This is dangerous, I think, as I put down the box and do it anyway.