Autor drills for a while and methodically attaches the pulley to the wall, lost in his own thoughts. Eventually he glances down at his friend again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get maudlin," he says quietly, and climbs down the ladder, drill in hand. "It's just the way it is. I'm recovering these things, and there's no guarantees that they won't be painful. Maybe it's better that I've forgotten them."