- [first lines]
- Emma Holloway: Well, he did not get up and walk out of here. Guy's at death's door.
- Charge Nurse: Tell me you did not misplace my patient.
- Marjorie Cane: Right now, our gentle Mr. Lockwood would be lying in a hospital ward alone and waiting to die. And so a lost man, in a small hospital, in a city of no consequence passes on, as have millions before him and millions will after. An underpaid, overworked nurse makes a notation on his chart and his body is discarded with the morning trash, but here his death can have meaning.