A dock on the coast of Seattle. It's very bright. There's a large white tent set up with a sign that reads, "Seattle Coroner Mobile Unit." Ha. They said "Unit." Some techs are transporting labeled bins on a stretcher. A police officer asks a woman in white lab gear whether all the bodies have been accounted for. She says it's hard to tell. Clark, in his bright red jacket, follows the team into the tent. Nobody tries to stop him. One thing missing on the scene: no TV reporters or vans.

Inside the tent, there are tons of blue bins. The woman who was talking to the cop -- apparently the lead coroner -- says that Clark must be the first-year med student she's been waiting for. The examiner, who is cute (all women in even a vaguely medical profession on this show seem to be disproportionately hot), sees Clark's stupefied look and tells him not to flatline on her now: she recognizes the queasy stare that afflicts all newbies their first day on the job. She asks Clark to move a bin. He asks how many bodies there are. She says that there's a whole graveyard's worth. She opens a bin and removes a plastic bag full of...well, human, I guess. Must be Thanksgiving! Clark watches the coronoer put the guts on a scale, asking how a body ends up like that. Too much TV? The coroner says that they have no skeletons. Goddamn you, Mr. Goodbody, what have you done?! She says that she doesn't know how that's anatomically possible; someone must have ripped the bones out. The examiner says that they're "clean fillets." Hey, everybody...I think McRib is back! She says that she's seen stuff that would make people run for the hills (in Seattle?), but that this is seriously freaky. I would love to see a medical examiner's filing for "Seriously Freaky." That gets put alphabetically near "Stunningly Grody" and "Shit's Insane, Yo!" Clark asks whether all the bodies are from the ship. The coroner says the last two are from some unlucky dock workers. Why doesn't this woman have a whole team of coroners helping her out instead of one wholly unprepared med student? Clark sees a badge lying on a desk. He pockets it and leaves hurriedly. "Kid, you puking already?" the examiner calls after him. This isn't exactly C.S.I., is it? And thus we say goodbye to Sardonic Medical Examiner Lady.