A baseball cap

The once deep blue was now faded to the point where the top of the hat looked like it had been brushed in white, although the sides were still dark - mostly due to the sweat stains. It was battered, and old, but for Jason it still reminded him of the cricket game where his dad had bought it. It was Jason's last happy memory of his father, the heart attack had come just after that. Then the medically induced coma from which he never woke.

His father had been a strong man. Strong, wiry, tough. It had given Jason quite the shock to see his father lying in a hospital bed, so unmoving.

"It's a condition that 9 out of 10 patients don't survive," he remembered the doctor saying.

It didn't help.

Frowning, Jason slipped the cap back on and attacked the ground with a vengeance. There was plenty of work to be done here in the...