After some time wandering around the apartment, stopping by her father’s bed quite a few times and finally getting dressed, Eleni had started feeling stifled. She needed some fresh air and to get away from the crowded flat. Yet it was hard to get away without knowing roughly what the situation was with her father beyond the prevailing feeling that he was close to dying.
He kept going in and out of sleep, calling out names of friends and family every time he woke up. Some of the names were of people who had already died, making Eleni feel even more haunted. He repeatedly called out for his mother, who had died not that long ago. Every hour or so, he would cry that he was suffocating and that the air was simply not enough, and Leonora and Xena would quickly come in and help him to sit up. H
