Peter smiled as much as he could manage. "I already know that."

Abby spoke up. "The neurologist is off today, but I'll go ring him in. He can speak with you before you leave. And I'll schedule the biopsy."

"Thank you, Abby." Peter gave a little nod and Abby left the room. He sighed and he leaned against the wall. "Well...I guess it wasn't the brie then." And then he shook his head. "Why do I do that?"

"Because you're Peter." Thomas said flatly, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"So far." Peter said and he closed his eyes.