New York. A nurse, Terry, is going on break and offers to bring Elizabeth some frozen yogurt, which Elizabeth politely declines. Terry leaves, and Mark sits up, trying to detach himself from the various monitors, saying, "I have to go now. I'm late." Elizabeth brightly tells him she's glad he's still got his sense of humour, but he's not kidding: "I left the oven on." He takes off his blood-pressure cuff and the monitor starts beeping; Terry hurries back and says, "He's off the monitor." Elizabeth yelps, "I know! I know! He's altered!" Mark asks for his car keys. Elizabeth asks Terry to give him some valium, but Terry says that she has no orders for that. Mark refuses to lie back down, yammering about a burning lasagna. Elizabeth says that Mark needs sedation, "and a stat head CT," but Mark replies that he needs to leave. Terry points out that Elizabeth doesn't have privileges at this hospital. Or in this state. Elizabeth begs Terry to page Dr. Burke, but Terry says that Burke is on an emergency consult. "What do you think this is?" Elizabeth snips. I think it's a late Christmas gift for me.