Peter kissed Tasha's cheek, but he started crying as well. He leaned his forehead against hers and he closed his eyes, waiting for Abby to speak. He could feel his wife's hands curling in his shirt so he reached out to take her hand in one of his.

"That depends on the kind of tumor." Abby said, starting to feel distinctly out of her league. "I can schedule a stereotactic biopsy and we will have more information. Until then, I don't want to make a guess and be very wrong..." Abby turned off the backlight and she stepped forward so she could hug Thomas who was still too distraught to say anything. "With the frontal lobe effected it could cause memory loss or it might make you say very strange things. Or even do strange things like put your shoes in the oven..."