Stuart McQuarrie: Gavin, US Tourist
Gavin : Tommy knew he'd caught the virus, but he never knew he'd gone full-blown.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : What was it, pneumonia or cancer?
Gavin : No, toxoplasmosis. Sort of like a stroke.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Eh? How's that?
Gavin : He wanted to see Lizzy again. Lizzy wouldn't let him near the house. So he bought a present for her, bought her a kitten.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : But Lizzy told him where to fucking stick it.
Gavin : Exactly. "l'm not wantin' that cat," she says. "Get the fuck," right? So there's Tommy stuck with this kitten. You can imagine what happened. The thing was neglected... pissing and shitting all over the place. Tommy's lying about fucked out of his eyeballs... on smack or downers. He never knew you could get toxoplasmosis from cat shit.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Neither did l. What is it?
Gavin : Fucking horrible. It's like an abscess on your brain.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Fucking hell. Then what happened?
Gavin : He starts getting these headaches. So he just uses more smack, you know, for the pain. And then he has a stroke. A fucking stroke, just like that. Gets home from the hospital and dies three weeks later. He'd been dead for ages before the neighbors complained about the smell and got the police to break down the door. Tommy was lying facedown in a pool of vomit.
Gavin : The kitten was fine.