Seven weeks. Seven lives. Seven stories.
Thursday, 1:29am. Peter's bedroom, Ridge Road.
Peter bolts up in bed, his heart racing. He yanks the sheets from the lower half of his body, glaring at his useless legs. Why does everyone think he can help them when he can't even help himself?
An image rises in Peter's mind, one that's never far away. An image of the moment when he lost his right to live, but not his life. He knows it's time to make a choice - a major one.