Horrific Twist of fate: (Then: October 2008)

Jack gets back to the UK in October and he texts me straight away. I tell him that I will meet him the following weekend. We are going to see Wicked. It will be nice to have some company and I have been waiting to see that show for ages. Im still not in any mood for even contemplating a new relationship. But I need to get out and Jack has been very persistant.

He is going to Norway with work to do something with Training parachuters and nighttime skydiving. He says he will call me when he gets back.

I dont hear anything and several weeks pass. This is clearly unlike him. I drop him a message asking if he is ok and get the following reply.

"Everything is not good. I had a terrible accident four days ago. My parachute didnt open properly and am in hospital. Things arent looking too good. When I get better can I still get that second date?"