Suddenly, on a weekday – a regular workday for him – Eric asked me if I wanted to walk with the forearm crutch, that is, to substitute the crutch for the regular bar as a means of support. That meant to stop using a device that rested on several wooden pillars glued to the ground, and resort to a flimsy object that, I felt, couldn’t offer real support because it lacked permanent contact with the floor. That meant that if I wanted to walk with the crutch and, at the same time, feel confident that I wouldn’t fall, I’d need Eric’s help. That meant Eric was offering his help – on a weekday, no less. Before the quarantine, the zip line would have crossed from wall to wall in the living-room with the harness hanging from it. I would be strapped to the harness so that it would catch me in case I fell, just as it does with laborers who work on high scaffoldings. After the quarantine, that option was gone because the shop where Eric could get the pipe that would support the zip line was closed. So, he would have to work as a replacement.