University. Ephram, Delia, and Treat walk in on the end of Dr. Douglas's class and take seats in the back. Dr. Douglas goes on about medicine, Wernicke's area, et cetera, ad tedium, until he catches sight of Treat. He stops for a second, then says, "What we do know is that maintaining what you've learned is a process of keeping your neural pathways in constant use. If a patient -- or even a doctor -- ceases the practice of any skill...the essential pathways degenerate." Ooh, BURN. Treat looks sheepish. Dr. Douglas ends the class. Ephram comments, "He sure looked happy to see you."

Cut to Treat, chasing Douglas down the sidewalk. Treat calls him Donald. Doctor Donald Douglas? Heh. I'll be calling him Triple D from now on, if you don't mind. He clearly looks like a gangsta thug, being old and white and in a suit and all. Triple D calls back to him, "What did I say? The day you walked out on your gift would be the last day that we talked." Goodness. Asshole much? Treat reminds him that whatever he left was his to leave behind. Triple D wants to know what about HIS time, the time he spent teaching Treat everything he knows. Well, yes, because this is so OBVIOUSLY all about you. Triple D starts to walk away again, until Treat tells him that he has "a patient." Triple D starts to listen with interest when Treat starts explaining Colin's case to him. Treat tells him about the complications and the need for more surgery. Triple D: "You want to go back in." Treat: "You tell me." Triple D nods, and just like that, I kind of like him. Commercial.