Logan wakes up in his apartment to the dulcet tones of Paris reciting all the portions of the male reproductive tract. He asks what she's doing. "Boning up," she says, "pardon the pun. Got my MCATs coming up." Paris says that Rory stationed her there to look after him. "It's necessary," Paris says. "You seem like the kind of lunkhead who would get up too soon and inadvertantly push a broken rib bone into his spleen." Which is what my brother -- who I mentioned in the last recap once sustained injuries scarily similar to Logan's -- did. And now, as a result, he is spleenless. Don't jump off cliffs or get into carwrecks, readers. I know I'm like a one-woman PSA, but your spleen and like, knee cartilage? That stuff comes in handy in your day-to-day life. Ahem, anyway, Logan is equally disturbed to find that Doyle is also in the apartment, watching the Penguin movie. Rolling his eyes, Logan attempts to stand up to walk to his bathroom. Paris, however, immediately puts on the kibosh, saying that Rory said he was not to get up, and Paris intends to follow orders. Logan asks what she suggests as an alternative, because he really has to pee, and she goes off in search of Tupperware to use as a homemade bedpan. Ewwww.