Will and Toni are at the hospital. Some elderly guy has driven his car right into a farmer's market, injuring a bunch of people, several fatally so. The ER is a busy, bloody mess. It's jammed with victims, families, and health-care workers. Will speaks to a guy we'll call Poor Man's John Carter. Frink: "Just promise me John Wells isn't going to take over this show, too." Me: "Do I look like I have any say in the matter? You think I wanted The West Wing to be any shittier than it already was?" Will can't believe all these people were involved in twenty seconds. PMJC says the farmer's market draws a large crowd. Will and Toni want blood, urine, and breathalyzer results as soon as possible. PMJC says the guy is seventy-two. Yeah? So? Once you're behind the wheel of the car, there are no excuses. PMJC wants to make sure he's okay. Will doesn't much care at the moment. We see the guy being attended to; PMJC asks them to give him a second. Will, surveying the carnage, remarks, "Shrink finally gives me the green light to get back on the street and this is the first thing I see." Toni wonders if he's okay. Will: "No. I'm horrified. And kinda pissed off." Just then some angry guy busts in and starts shouting at the grey menace about how he killed his wife and left his three kids motherless. Cops tackle him and drag him out, crying and shouting. Will orders PMJC to get Old Guy upstairs. He forgets to say, "Stat!" though, so I don't know if PMJC will comply.