Sara's also taken a break from the hospital and come back to the lab. She's peering in a microscope when Hodges comes up to talk personal grooming habits: "Would you ever bleach your hair? I wouldn't. It's so Liam the larval CSI. Most of the hair is the vic's, but I also found that bleached sample as well. In my continuing quest to further my standing, I took it upon myself to get you the tox report…blood came back with pretty hefty levels of olanzapine." "That's a pretty potent anti-psychotic," Sara notes. "Good for drooling," Hodges adds. Sadly, he does not finish that sentence, "Which is so Liam-like as well." Instead, he notes, "Also, there's the not-so-potent smattering of ibuprofen." Sara's all, "Really? That's it?" Hodges muses, "If I were institutionalized, I would be hoping for something better. Clonazepam, maybe." I love that Hodges has actually given thought to this eventuality. Sara does not share my affection for his actinic wit. She gives him a look, and Hodges asks, "You think I'm crazy?" "Crazy is as crazy does," Sara replies. She continues, "His chart indicates he was on at least four other anti-psychotics. Why wasn't he getting his meds?" "Do I look clairvoyant?" Hodges snaps back. He saunters off, irritated.