In his younger years he found solace watching old men play lawn bowling on the immaculate green, the orbs arranging themselves in random patterns. Now an old man himself he finds pain and confusion at every turn.
The young boy has three balloons. Each balloon has a single word printed on it. The words are “life,” “death,” and “random.” He says “you have to choose.” Then he says “I am a ticking time bomb and I have no idea when I will go off.” Ray leans toward him and earnestly states “you are loved.”