You tell Bob to run away to Canada.
He does it.
You walk home, feeling kind of bad. You steal food on the way out of the hospital.
Now you feel worse.
It starts to rain.
You should've gone with Bob. Helped Bob. Been a better friend. You did not.
Fuck!
Your spouse is at home, nagging you about getting distracted.
You run out of the house and into the rain. Then you are promptly eaten by a vulture.
The End.