7 AM -- 8 AM Do yoga, think about finding calm center. Settle for brooding.
8 AM -- 8:30 AM Shower, roll in vat of 45 SPF.
8:45 AM -- 9 AM Haunt that guy from the pregnant-mom bombing in '93.
9:15 AM -- 10:00 AM Stand in skybox, use Voice of God to direct Alexx's autopsy.
10:10 AM -- 10:25 AM -- Go to Starbucks. Brood in line.
10:30 AM -- Reminder: Megan birthday coming up. Order The Courage to Heal off Amazon, plus a pirate's cutlass.
11 AM -- Drive to Boca Raton for haunting from 1998 pregnant mom overdose case.
2 PM -- Stop for burger on way back from haunting. Drop "if you're relocating, let me know" reminder cards in mail for 1999, 2000 hauntees.
2:15 PM -- Blow Delko's mind with regard to referral for bondage dungeon. Oil whip.
3:00 PM -- Haunt woman in crib death case over the phone. Foiled by caller ID.
3:05 PM -- Use Megan's phone to call back.
3:15 PM -- Balance checkbook. Send money to Operation Rescue.
3:45 PM -- Mid-afternoon brood.
4:00 PM -- Eject Megan's decorator from office again. Catch up on paperwork.
Anyway. Jeffrey and his lawyer leave the room, presumably to go out to the car and talk about how creepy Horatio is. Or they could be wondering how anyone could take a string of dubious assumptions and somehow turn them into a case for infanticide. I can accept that for people who are pregnant and excited about it, the embryo or fetus they're carrying becomes, for them, a person to plan for. However, there is no legal foundation for this kind of sentiment -- there may be in November, when the Bush administration deploys its federal fetal healthcare plan, but there isn't at the moment. For Horatio to go building a case on a seven-week-old embryo is really pretty extreme. It's also pretty stupid; if this guy had no difficulty torching someone because he was averse to the idea of children, what makes Horatio think he'll crumble in the face of a Photoshopped toddler?