"Probably because I did a coffee enema," she admits, and he's shocked. This isn't something they've talked about, or would ever talk about. She's talking about it now. "I used to think that the alternative world was just full of crystals and crazies, but, you know, I went online and I've got to say a lot of this stuff makes sense. Have you heard of a bee sting treatment, for cancer?" She's his first. Is this what clichés look like, when they're born?

"Yeah! There's this doctor in Canada who does it, and you get stung by a lot of bees, and it throws your immune system into overdrive, and there's this one guy..." She knows she's losing him. "This one guy, look, he was cured spontaneously! I mean, that's amazing!" She's always been able to flip Dr. Todd, everything she says, he does. Why won't he give her this? She breathed out, and now there's hope to deal with. On top of everything else.

Caffeine and adrenaline. "And I was thinking, you know, maybe I should just go visit Canada? I mean, it's so close." Todd stares; the sadness he keeps at bay whenever she's around. The way she keeps the dark at bay.

"Are you trying to keep me sick?" she laughs, meaning it more the more she says. Surprising herself. "Do you have Munchausen By Proxy?" She's moving so fast; she's changing so fast. He thought he could see her, he could stay with her, but they've got her terrified now. He can't look her in the eyes, with that look they share, the look that is the basis of every single thing they share, and shut it down. Caffeine, adrenaline, shifting into anger. Anger that pretends it isn't anger; anger that shows on her beautiful face. Eclipsing everything else.

"I don't dismiss the alternative world completely," he says, more softly. "Acupuncture, biofeedback, meditation: A lot of my patients use them as supplements to what they're doing with Western medicine." Her face goes hard: To supplement. Not to cure. "To make themselves feel better," he says, and knows it was a wrong turn. Cathy grabs her purse and her fantastic rack and takes her leave. "You really know how to suck the caffeine out of a girl," she says, disappointed by him at last. Oh, she adds at the door, she finally told Paul. He cut his hair, she snorts, though Todd doesn't know half of what that means. She leaves him on a good note, but she won't be back any time soon. The caffeine, the hope: She could jog her way home.