an hour later , cassie had the christmas tree in its stand and set by the window that overlooked the city . he was dying ; he knew that by the way his breathing was getting difficult . sometimes , when the wind died , you could actually hear it grinding forward . the lighting was poor in the hospital room , and i could never get used to the damn beeping of the machines . what do i care about the shop ? should it be a reunion of the whole team , or should this be something simple ? 