Peter knew that Jack wouldn't be asking all of this if that wasn't true so he started to pull out anything he could hurt himself with. Car keys, a utility knife, his second pistol and a small blister pack of pills he could overdose on. "That's all I have, Jack. Unless I kill myself with the buttons on my jacket or choke myself on a lolly."

Funny thought at first. Then he remembered that was possible and swiftly handed over his last lolly with a sad expression on his face. Damn.

"I think I should sit in the back with the two coma patients," Peter conceded, looking into the back seat and swapping a grim look with Owen. They may not hang out like ... ever, but he thought he and Owen had an understand. Mostly over their mutual dislike of things. "Is Sammy going to stay Sammy or will something weird happen?"

Fair question if he had to go sit by him.