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A knock sounds on the door of the study room. Randy pushes the door open, entering with a glass of warm water and a couple of sleeping pills. “Mr. Wilson, here’s today's medicine.” When Randy comes in, Aaron startles from his intense viewing and abruptly closes the laptop. Naturally, he doesn't want anyone to see such a beautiful sight. He doesn't even realize that he’s become so selfish that he wouldn't allow another man to see Katrina’s body. Keeping a blank face, Aaron says, “Just put it here.” Randy respectfully puts the water glass and medicine on the table, but he senses something strange about Mr. Wilson today. There’s an unusual flush on his face. He looks down at him with some concern and asks, “Mr. Wilson, do you feel well?” Mr. Wilson has a good immunity system. He won't