When you found out Fred was okay, and you didn’t even ask me if I wanted to go and see him with you, that cut me deeply. You’ve always said we’re like family, and I guess that’s one of the differences between you and I. You are my family, not like family. The difference showed when you said that because I was "me" and Saint Mungo’s was crowded that I would have to schedule a time to come and see Fred, who was supposed to be my family.