He dangled his legs off the side of the dirty brick wall, in sync with mine. "So what you're saying is" he replied after awhile. "Is that in a perfect world, there would be a cure for her?" "No" I said, looking down at my black Converse clad feet. "In a perfect world, she wouldn't have cancer." He looked at me, his bright grey eyes calculating my every move. "But have you ever thought Bonnie, that maybe we are living in a perfect world, and it's just the people that are screwed up?"