Remorse

Everyone was a whole lot nicer than Tom had imagined. This comforted him a little bit. After all, he was here. He was a normal guy from a normal city who had a normal job and well maybe having a wife in a vegetative state wasn’t so normal. And yes, that’s probably why he ended up here. He never thought of it that way, though. It seemed like an interminable sequence of events, the last culminating in his heroic (figurative) pulling of the plug. Well, there were worse places to rot away for the rest of your life, he supposed.