Every few years we disappear, Zoey. All our cells are replaced by others. Not a single bit of me is the same as when I was last in this room.

When I first saw Ellie, I knew it was her-- she was my fantasy. I didn't want it to be true, but every time I met her it was obvious, and the funny thing was that she was better than the fantasy, like I got more stuff than I'd imagined.

Keep breathing. Just keep doing it. It's easy. In and out.

I'm here, Tess. I'm right here, holding your hand. Adam's here, too, he's sitting on the other side of the bed. And Cal. Mum's on her way, she'll be just a minute. We all love you, Tessa. We're all right here with you.

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.

Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.