Not for the first time, Owen stares at the message on his laptop computer. Here he is, in a dusty tent, looking at pictures of dinner plates. He's spent the last 24 hours trying to save lives and he didn't even save half of his patients. And on the other side of the planet, Beth wants him to choose a china pattern.
He opens his third can of beer and drinks it all, before scrolling down to read her words again. "I really need you to make a decision. How can we register for gifts if you don't choose?"
Not for the first time, he picks up his phone. And hesitates. And puts the phone down.
Owen scrolls back up to look at the pictures. He hits "reply" and types.
"Beth ... We need to go our separate ways, I'm calling off the wedding ..."