When someone is unconscious you get the chance to really observe them. I looked at Jenny like I was seeing her for the first time. And, in a sense, I was. I had not visited her in years and I never examined her close up anyway. If I had taken the time to do it I would have noticed the state of neglect she was in. God knows how long she had been living with toenail fungus, but it must have not made life easy. She had been slowly letting herself go, allowing her own body to close in on her inexorably.