It's only been a week since I last saw Lorraine, but in that half fortnight it looked as though she aged fifty years. That's no easy feat when she already looked well into her eighties. For the first time she was in a wheelchair tonight instead of just a chair with an alarm pad that would go off if she tried to stand up without assistance. It's strange to almost be able to physically watch a person age, like viewing a piece of fruit rotting using the magic of time lapse photography. I asked Kollie about Lorraine and he said she definitely isn't feeling well. It makes you wonder if she's close to death or, worse yet, not close at all.