Jordie moves quietly, waiting to hear a thud. Or another bad noise.

When he doesn't, he goes to pull a container of chicken soup out of the freezer, and starts water for tea. Then he digs around in his bag.

It's about ten minutes before he comes in with a tray: tea in one mug, soup in another (with a spoon), thermometer and two aspirin. Light: "Unless you request otherwise, I'm sticking with secular methods of treatment. Over the counter meds only. Tea is chamomile, with honey."

And bagged.