Charles: Okay, well, I am scared that whatever’s in my testicle has spread and that I’m gonna die. And then I’ll never get to see Nikolaj grow up. And I won’t know what kind of man he becomes. Also, my time with you will be cut short. So, no more stakeouts, or drinks after a long shift, or midnight calls when you’ve had a breakthrough in a case. I’ve always had this image of us in our nineties hunting down criminals at the retirement home. But I guess that was just a dumb fantasy. Because soon I won’t be here anymore. Because I’ll be dead and gone, and you won’t ever see me again.