BELLA
God! Max wrote me, you are ill?
BAXTER
I am not. I am dying. A subtle difference, but one I take seriously as a physician. You are a sight. And a good one.
BELLA
You cannot die.
BAXTER
Empirical data says different. I missed you. I now have to lie down.
BELLA
It is not all sunshine I bring, I also bring beady eyes and hard questions for you. Did I…