The room was cavernous, daunting even for Curtis, gray walls and an ominous machine filling up the center.

"We're just going to take a picture. Okay, hon?" the nurse said, as if she were talking to a young child, "You won't feel a thing."

She handed Curtis the apron, and setting Grey's jacket down nearby, he slipped the apron awkwardly over his head, fumbling one-armed with the strap.