Substance abuse and alcohol become self-destructive methods to quiet the stress. "Is all well?" I ask.​

...They were gonna die, they just came for a good show

Without hope, the dying perish prematurely. Too frail to stand cancer treatment and strenuous exercise, with no money, and a teenage son to raise, a mother decides to stop chemo therapy as a hopeful bargain between her health and wealth. "Is all well?" I ask.​