Years later.
In Montauk, a small town on Long Island, New York, there was a Victorian-style villa.
An old, frail white man lay on a lounger in the garden, basking in the afternoon sun while servants and a family doctor stood by, ready to adjust the angle of the sunshade to prevent the sunlight from being too strong or too weak.
In front of the French windows in the living room, the old man's family looked on sadly. They faced the old man's back as he made an effort to chat and laugh with a guest who had come to visit specifically.
