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Previously on Watson...

Detective Lestrade,
meet Sherlock Holmes.

- Aren't you gonna say something?
- Say something to who?

There's no one there.

I cut back on the meds
I was taking, and obviously,

that was a mistake.

But you know what?
As soon as I go back on them,

away you go.

Goodbye.

Feels like something's
been going on.

Go on. Tell her.

- You're supposed to be gone.
- What?

John!

Do you know who left this
on my desk?

- He here yet?
-No sign.

Maybe he put it here.

I mean, there's no
patient information

anywhere on the scan.
A cryptic message.

Seems like his wheelhouse.

Is he here yet?

Nope.

Not unless he left a CT scan
on Ingrid's desk.

Scary.

A mass on the temporal lobe.
I'd call it terrifying,

but if I don't know who this is,
what am I supposed to do?

- Maybe he put it there?
- Exactly what I was thinking.

If this is some kind of test,

I hope it doesn't
take very long.

I got exactly one hour.

Lauren and I have
an appointment with her OB.

Hey, Brenda, is he
gonna be here soon, or...?

Where is he?

I'm just the interim
receptionist.

I am not a babysitter.

If the man isn't here yet,
that is his business.

Go on, make yourselves busy.

♪ Can't keep my hands
to myself ♪

♪ Think I'll dust 'em off ♪

♪ Put 'em back up on the shelf ♪

♪ In case my little baby girl
is in need... ♪

- Morning, sir. Welcome back.
- Hey.

♪ Ooh-woo, I'm a rebel
just for kicks, now ♪

♪ I been feeling it
since 1966, now ♪

♪ Might be over now... ♪

Man of the hour.
Conference room's ready.

♪ Ooh-woo, I'm a rebel
just for kicks, now ♪

♪ Let me kick it
like it's 1986, now ♪

♪ Might be over now. ♪

You're all here. Excellent.

You're not exactly
on time, Holmes.

How can I be late
if I've been working?

Been having a look
at your new patient.

I didn't know we had
a new patient.

Well, she doesn't know
you're her doctors yet,

so everyone's on equal terms.

We'd better get started.

Loads of work to do
before Watson gets back.

Regan Anson.

The streak in her hair
is striking,

but incidental to our purposes.

We work with John Watson.
We know about white forelocks.

Well, that's wonderful.

Miss Brenda was kind enough

to help me with
this morning's presentation.

She helped me with the facts and

critiqued my grammar
on occasion.

You use too many
expensive words.

It's a beautiful language,
Brenda. Let's revel in it.

Regan Anson was admitted
to UHOP last night.

She complained
of shortness of breath,

and her friends noticed
a strange bronzing of her skin.

This was all before
she collapsed

and hit her head on concrete.

Right now, she's sedated

until the swelling
in her head improves.

Can I clarify
one thing with you, Holmes?

You're not a doctor,
all of a sudden, are you?

I'm a detective.

There are those that call me
the world's greatest detective,

but you know, labels.
I find them tiresome.

I'm sure that's exhausting
for you.

Indeed.

Regan Anson,
our current patient,

is tied to "Mister A."

"Mister A"? Is that a code name?

A nickname.
It refers to Malcolm Anson,

Watson's chemistry teacher
at secondary school.

The man changed the course
of your mentor's life.

The way Sherlock tells it,

Mister A is responsible
for Watson becoming a doctor.

He is responsible for Watson
becoming Watson.

Surely, you've all had
a teacher like that?

Mr. Topp.

- Mr. Topp.
- He, um, kept me after class

and told me to stop hanging out
with Andrei Plotnikov.

Mister A was that man
for Watson.

Their relationship lasted
well beyond his school days.

So far beyond, in fact,

that Watson asked Mister A
to be his best man.

Why do they call me "Mister A"?

I guess it's because
I'm such an easy grader.

That's a lie.
John says you never give an A.

Yeah. Mm-mm.

I will let you all
judge the truth for yourself.

But to my credit...

when John Watson

walked into my classroom,

I knew exactly what to do.

I encouraged him
to apply to CMU early,

and I watched with pride

while he graduated
from college at 19.

You know,

you do this job,

being a teacher,

because you hope
that someone like John

might cross your path once

over the course of your career.

And that wish came true for me.

I got John,

and I saw him.

And now,

tomorrow...

I see him

married off

to someone
just as impressive as he is.

To John and Mary.

A toast.

I'm sorry.

To be continued.

Please drink.

To John and Mary.

Cheers.

Mister A.

- You all right?
- Sorry.

I got something from Regan
when she came home from camp.

But I'm okay.

- I'm gonna finish that toast.
- No, hold on, hold on.

- Let me examine you.
- Oh, s-stop.

I mean, I'd be honored, but...
I'm fine.

Let's do this.

Malcolm!

Malcolm? Malcolm?

Where is Watson?

I mean, you say
he'll be back soon, but

forget the name on the door,
he runs this clinic.

Where is he,
and when's he getting back?

To be perfectly honest,
I have no idea.

He's off somewhere.
I can only assume he's thinking.

He's taking various elements

that are floating around
his subconscious

and assembling those
into a coherent theory.

Now, do all of you
have some reason

not to let the man think?

Adam, I think you're needed
in the bullpen.

- Hi.
- Hey. You okay?

I think so. Maybe.
I-I don't know. I-I just,

I felt weird at work,
so I Ubered here, and I...

I know we have our appointment
with Dr. Malena later, but

I don't feel right.
You think we can head there now?

- Of course.
- Okay.

The case of Mister A

was Dr. Watson's
greatest unsolved mystery.

Uh... Your second boss here
proposes that we have an answer

waiting for the man
when he gets back.

If we solve the case
of Mister A,

then I believe

we also find a cure

for whatever's plaguing
his daughter.

Now, whichever one of you

makes the greatest contribution
to solving this case,

you win the chance
to come to England,

to take a rotation
at the London Royal Hospital

for two months while studying
my methods at Baker Street.

Do you have a problem
with studying at Baker Street?

Studying? No problem.

Living? It just feels
a little man-centric.

Potent smells.

Crusty towels.

For the record,

my towels are clean.

But you don't have to live
at Baker Street to study there.

What is that leak?

Must be something wrong
with the thermostat.

Someone will come along
and fix it, I'm sure.

It's quite good training,
when you think about it.

The temperature can be
quite uneven on Baker Street.

And again,
we are dubious about staying

in the Watson-Sherlock
love nest.

Why are you moving that?

That's someone
who's actually sick right now.

Are you sure about that?

There's no identifying
information on this scan.

Could've been taken anytime.

Okay.

The famous Mister A,

he was sick
all the way back in...

2010.

So, after Mister A collapsed
at the rehearsal dinner,

Dr. Watson brought him to UHOP.

He was a 43-year-old man

who had recently lost
almost 30 pounds,

but he still had hypertension
and type 2 diabetes.

Put yourself in Watson's shoes.

It's the night
before your wedding,

and the best man's
just collapsed.

How would you solve
the mystery of Mister A?

We'd start off
with a CBC with diff.

After that,
you'd want a CMP, an EKG,

chest X-ray, and blood cultures.

That is precisely

how Watson treated
Mister A that night.

- Full marks.
- Of course we get full marks.

We're doctors.
You're just...

Well, "just" a detective
seems dismissive,

but in this context,
you are just a detective

who spends half his time
in London and half here.

In this context, I'm the only
one who knows the full story.

So, that makes me
better than a doctor.

That makes me omniscient.

Odd thing about that night
back in 2010,

Watson was concerned
with diagnosing his patient.

Mister A, well,

he had other priorities.

You're the best student
I ever had.

I have to get to your wedding.

You know, I owe it
to the universe.

The universe.

Okay, listen, I might be
the best student you've had yet,

but think about
your current students.

Is there anyone who is showing
some type of promise

to beat the great John Watson?

Well, that is a tall order.

Oh, trust me, nobody
knows that better than me.

Amber Zevi.

She's quiet, but honestly,
she's pretty damn good.

Okay, see, that's what
I'm talking about.

Amber Zevi might leave me
in the dust

by the time everything
is said and done.

I doubt that.

Look, might be unlikely,
but who's to say?

We have to get you back
to your classroom

because whoever
that person might be,

they might not make it to half
their potential without you.

I want to be
at your wedding, John.

And I want that, too, but
I'm not gonna let you leave here

until I know
what's wrong with you.

Listen, you trusted me enough
to recommend me

for early admission
to CMU, right?

Trust me when I tell you,

you're right
where you need to be.

Have I told you
you look absolutely ravishing?

A couple of times, but mind you,
I'm not asking you to stop.

Good. You look
absolutely ravishing.

Thank you, Mister A.

I'd love a word with my fiancé
in the hallway.

You should see this.

His heart's enlarged.

The EKG also shows
left ventricular hypertrophy.

That's exactly right.

Mister A was a mostly healthy
43-year-old,

making positive changes
to his lifestyle, and yet,

in heart failure nonetheless.

Anything from Adam?

Mm-mm.

Look at those beautiful babies.

- So they're okay?
- They're thriving.

You should take it easy.

There's no such thing as working

right up to the birth
of triplets,

but they look great to me.

I shouldn't have
gone into work today.

Like I said,

it can't hurt to slow down.

I just want to check
one more thing.

Maybe you can get her home?

I'll bring my car around.

If you want to file a brief
from the couch, no problem.

Let's get you somewhere
you can rest, okay?

Okay. Wait, Adam.

Look.

Those are our babies.

Hi. I'm here to pick up
my fiancée, Lauren Confalone.

You can have a seat, Dr. Croft.
She'll be right out.

Thanks.

WOMAN
Blue team to Women's Health.

Blue team to Women's Health.

Coming through.
Clear the hallway, please!

Right over here.

- All right, let's move.
- Get one just in case.

All right, everybody,
let's keep it moving.

Hey, is everything cool?
It seems like

people are rushing in there.

Lauren might be
having contractions.

- Wait, contractions?
- We're worried

she's in preterm labor,

so we're transferring her
to a birthing area.

Uh-oh.

Last time I had
one of those things,

I was getting a root canal.

You're not gonna give me
a root canal, are you? Okay.

Excuse me, Dr. Watson.

Hey.

Is my dad gonna be okay?

We're working
to help him, Regan.

Now, Regan Anson may be
your patient in the present day,

but on the night
before Watson's wedding,

she was just a girl
who was convinced

she'd put her father
in hospital.

Why would she think that?

I got really sick
while I was at camp.

About three weeks ago.

I was supposed to stay
for the whole summer,

but my fever
just kept getting worse.

Did the doctors tell you
what was wrong with you?

They gave me these gross pills.

They called it a Z-PAK.

Antibiotics. Did they help?

I had to go home from camp.

Dad took care of me.

Felt better after a few days,
but then,

he got it, too.

He didn't feel better
till maybe a week ago.

Hmm.

Is that a good thing?

Is that a good thing?

As regards
the long-ago conversation

between young Regan and Watson,

a theory sprung from that.
It's funny.

One never quite knows

when the spark of inspiration
will kindle.

Why are you all
looking behind me?

I'm not the only one
who saw that, right?

Pretty sure they're all looking
because of that.

Huh.

Watch those flames!

- I'm almost through!
- Let's go.

Don't worry about the roof.
We got to get them out.

Give me a hand.
I need help with this door!

Keep going. Come on.

We don't have much time.

Come on, get them free.

This can isn't enough.
We need a handline down here!

Where's the engine company?

Captain, we can't
contain the fire.

I need everybody
clear of this car!

Clear it out!

Get clear now!

Watson never makes us espresso.

Constantly reminding
the man to build

little pauses into his day.

It's those moments of letting go

that clear space
for inspiration.

What's up with
the flashing lights?

Sometimes, a solution comes from
the most unlikely of sources.

No, seriously.

There are no ambulances,
no police cars.

What is that light?

What is that light?

Let's go. Let's go.

We got to move. We got to move.

Prepare for transport.

Is that more to your liking?

Hold up. You said
the solution could come from

the unlikeliest of sources.

That sounds like
Regan Anson was right.

Something contagious caused
the collapse of Mister A.

Yeah, and if the antibiotics
didn't work when Regan got sick,

- that means that Mister A
had a virus.
- Mm!

This isn't reception year,
Doctor.

Do speak up.

Viral myocarditis.

I believe your heart failure
is caused

by an inflammation
of your cardiac muscles,

that's a direct result
of your viral infection.

So is this... h-heart disease?

Not exactly.

I think you got it from Regan.

Her flu in your body,

and you combine that
with your preexisting

diabetes and hypertension,

all of that together
gave you an enlarged heart,

and that led us to tonight.

But this is good news, Mister A.

If I'm right, in time,
you'll have a full recovery.

And if things go well, you'll
even be able to work out again.

"In time." You're getting
married tomorrow.

I have a job to do.

No, my brother can fill in.

Now, we may get a sax solo

instead of a speech,
but we'll be just fine.

My speech.

Can you h-hand me
that bag, please?

You should have this.

Put a lot of thought into it,

but I think it's...

worthy of the man.

And the woman.

Well, I'm sure
it's-it's perfect,

but I don't want
to just read your speech.

John.

People who elope
do it all the time.

Once for themselves,
once for the family.

We'd be doing it once for
the family, once for Mister A.

We finish up
at Willowcrest Gardens,

we drive over here
with Father Ray for round two.

So you already talked
to Father Ray?

He's up for it. I mean,
of course he's up for it.

It's Mister A.

Guy wrote a whole speech.

I don't see why
it should go to waste.

Thank you.

Are you kidding me?

I get to marry you twice.

I'm the one coming out ahead
in this whole thing.

You okay?

Can I have that?

I don't know why I got it.

Sherlock made espressos
for everyone.

So, um...

Lauren's carrying three babies.

Two identical twins.
One fraternal.

The identicals, um,

two girls.

One of them, she's-she's not
getting the blood she needs.

She's not getting
enough nutrients.

Twin-to-twin
transfusion syndrome?

Yeah.

So, now Lauren has too much
amniotic fluid.

The polyhydramnios
is causing preterm labor.

If we had caught it earlier,
we could've done something.

Put Lauren on bed rest.

But now, they can't stop it.

Lauren is 28 weeks?

Lung complications.
Brain complications.

You must be scared.

My kids could die.

Lauren could die.
I am terrified.

But I know what I need to do.

Pretty much everything here
is out of my control.

The only thing that is
within my grasp,

my own behavior.

How I act around Lauren.
How I make her feel.

I have the easiest job
in that room,

and no matter
what happens in there...

...I am not gonna fail at it.

You're staring at me.

You're different now.

I'm gonna be a father.
I have to be.

I hope like hell
I'm gonna be a father.

So, it's either change, grow up,

or run away.

I can do this, right?

I think you definitely
can do this.

You're still staring at me.

I'm sorry.

I'm just so proud of you.

That must feel weird.

It feels very weird.

Who took my scan?

Huh?

My scan.

The one with the ominous mass.

It was on the white board.

Sherlock put it on the
glass wall. Now, it's nowhere.

The scan came into your life
a mystery,

and now, it leaves
the very same way.

I know you did this.
All part of some bigger test.

I can assure you
it had nothing to do with me.

Now, I asked you to consider

the case of Regan Anson
and her father Mister A.

I haven't heard much
about a case at all.

How's Lauren?

She's in labor.

They can't stop it.
It's a waiting game now.

Oh, poor girl.

We've all heard a diagnosis
of viral myocarditis.

Plenty about
speeches and toasts.

But as far as something
that needs solving,

- I don't hear much.
- You are quite right.

Like any good storyteller,
I took my time with the setup.

I wanted to be precise,

to give you
all the details you need.

And now,
we have arrived, finally,

at the moment of crisis.

Brenda?

It's here.
Watson and Mary's wedding day.

Please take
each other's hands...

...and repeat after me.

In the name of God,

I, John Watson...

In the name of God,
I, John Watson...

...take thee, Mary Morstan,
to be my wedded wife.

...take thee, Mary Morstan,
to be my wedded wife.

I swear to hold your butt

and to always smell
every single smell

that comes from your butt.

I don't think that's part
of the ceremony, Regan.

Dad? Dad!

Get help, get help.

REGAN
Help! Help my dad!

For richer, for poorer.

In sickness and in health.

until death do us part.

-To love and to cherish...
- Dad!

...till death do us part.

wasn't the answer at all.

John Watson--

the best man I've ever known

and the doctor
who inspired you all

to work you never thought
possible...

...was wrong.

Dr. Watson?

Hey. Regan.

I'm sorry, Regan.

What are you doing here? You
having trouble finding your mom?

No. I told her
I have to talk to you.

I have a question.

- What is it?
- My dad.

Did-did he die because of me?

No. No, Regan,
none of this is your fault.

None of it.

I was sick first.

I gave the sickness to him,
and then he died.

I killed him.

Regan, if... if you
have to blame someone,

you can blame me.

I was wrong about
what made your dad sick.

- It wasn't a virus. It was...
- What?

If it wasn't me, if it
wasn't a virus, what was it?

I don't know.

I don't know what it was

that caused your dad's heart
to give out,

but I promise you
I will do whatever I can

to get you the answers
you deserve, okay?

I wish I can
bring him back, Regan.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I wish I can bring him back.

I'm sorry.

He still thinks about it
at night,

when his mind
refuses to switch off.

It knocks around the corners
of his conscience

even as the demands
of living patients

relentlessly overshadow
the one who passed away.

On his wedding day.

How awful.

That was supposed to be the
happiest day of Watson's life.

It's tragic.

But we have the opportunity

to lighten Watson's burden.

We can give him a gift

he hasn't even asked for--

the solution.

Where should we
even start?

I mean, I could pull up
Mister A's...

No. Why should we participate
in an academic exercise

where the sole objective
is alleviating Watson's guilt?

This is no mere
academic exercise.

A life still hangs
in the balance.

People, dial in.

Identifying what killed
Mister A will save Regan

and any future children, so

let's have an answer waiting for
Dr. Watson when he gets back.

Back from where?

We don't even know
where Watson is.

Isn't that the problem
that we should solve first?

Solve the problem
that lies in front of you.

The solution to every mystery
is the end of a story.

You have all the details
Watson had,

and the confidence
of the man himself.

He sees greatness in all of you.

Just like Mister A

saw greatness in him.

Well, let's try
not to let him down.

Both of them.

Ingrid?

I'll do it for Regan.

And to beat Watson
at his own game.

Let's reexamine
Mister A's diabetes.

Yeah, something about that's
been bothering me.

He was in good shape, making
healthy lifestyle choices.

What if his diabetes diagnosis

was caused by something
unknown to Watson?

He could've had
an underlying condition,

one that explains
his heart failure, too.

Diabetes can be caused by
poor diet, underactive thyroid,

- iron buildup in the pancreas.
- Wait, iron buildup.

That can affect skin color,
which could explain...

He thought it was
from exercising in the park, but

what if it was just iron
building up in the body?

- And his heart.
- Causing cardiomegaly.

Okay, so Mister A's iron buildup

is what caused his heart failure
and diabetes.

What caused the iron buildup?

You know, the bronzing should
have been my first clue

when Regan was admitted
with the same symptom...

Sick of the kids already?

Hardly.

You know, they really are
quite extraordinary.

I'd expect nothing less
from Watson.

Could you pass him a message
once he gets back?

Shoot.

Tell him...

...I love him dearly.

And that I miss this
every bit as much as he does.

Not what I was expecting, but...

okay.

So you're not gonna stick around
and see how it all ends?

No, they have
everything they need.

They can take it from here.

I'm not a doctor, after all.

I do, however,

have a line in well-timed exits,

and my instincts tell me
that now is the time

for me to step out
of this particular tale.

- Bronze diabetes.
- Hereditary hemochromatosis.

Ooh, fight.

Two names for the same
condition. You know that.

I know, but I still want
to see you two fight.

Two names
for the same condition.

A condition that
could've been treated

with therapeutic phlebotomy.

If Watson got
the right diagnosis,

Mister A's death
was preventable.

Yeah, too bad leeches weren't
on Watson's wedding registry.

You brought up bloodletting.

Don't get squeamish
about the implementation.

Watson was too late
for Mister A,

but we can still test Regan
to confirm.

She was admitted to the hospital
with elevated blood sugar

and bronze skin,
so bronze diabetes.

Or hereditary hemochromatosis.

And we officially beat Watson
at his own game.

Where's Sherlock?
I'll tell him the good news.

Holmes! Sherlock?

I just hope this
doesn't hurt Watson.

We just solved the case
that's been keeping him up

for 15 years.

I think he'll be relieved.

Or he'll beat himself up
for another 15.

At least we won't be
too late for Regan.

It's terrifying what
you can pass down to a kid

without ever knowing.

Those kinds of fears
used to paralyze me.

Seeing what Adam's
going through...

I think I'm finally starting
to understand that maybe

no one ever feels ready
to be a parent.

You can't be.
Not for everything.

You have to just...

give yourself over to it.

To this thing
that's bigger than you.

Are you saying...?

I've wasted enough time
being stuck in my own head.

I think I want to be a dad.

What's 606? Which one of you
put this on my desk?

It was gone. Now, it's back
on my desk touching my things.

- Ingrid, seriously...
- It wasn't us.

Was Adam back here?

No. Adam's still with Lauren,

but you should definitely
bring this paranoia up in group,

if they ever let you back.

Oh.

Adam. Finally.

What'd he say?

"I need you."

Let me guess.

There are six babies in there
instead of the three,

and you need to use
all the family names.

Oh, my God. John?
Can you hear me?

- It's Mary.
- Yep. I can hear you.

You were in an accident.

They pulled you and Laila
from the car.

- Where-Where's Laila?
Where is she?
-Don't move.

You need to stay still
until fully examined.

They think
you may have dislocated

your shoulder in the accident.

We don't think the shoulder
will require surgery, but...

Mary, just tell me

where's-where's Laila?

Her condition is serious.

Laila hasn't woken up yet.
Her liver is lacerated.

They're prepping her
for surgery.

What are you doing?

I'm... I'm getting out
of this thing.

John, you were in
a serious accident.

Your car blew up. You need...

Well, first of all,
you need a CT scan

to check for a brain bleed.

I got to take care
of some things first.

- "Things"?
- Oh!

Listen to me,
when I was unconscious,

my brain--
I don't know-- it was...

it was working. It was,
it was making connections.

I have to talk to Adam.
I have to...

got to see Regan Anson
before she wakes up.

Regan Anson?

Mister A's daughter?

She's a patient here at UHOP.

She was admitted to the hospital

right before I took that drive
to Ellwood City.

Wait, wait, what...

What OR is Laila in?

Watson?

Whoa. Are you okay?

I heard you refused a scan.

Yeah, things are going well
down there.

I think Laila's gonna be okay.

Are you even listening?

You need a scan, like, now.

This moment, not another.

I already know
what it's gonna say.

- Wait, how do you know?
-Adam.

Lauren's pregnancy belly

is bigger than it should be
at 28 weeks.

- She's carrying triplets.
- You also mentioned
early satiety.

She's eating less
because she feels full early.

She's having trouble sleeping.
She's uncomfortable lying flat.

Yeah, she's carrying triplets.

Get in to see your ob-gyn
first thing.

I'm concerned
about polyhydramnios.

Could cause preterm labor.

I'm gonna go see Regan Anson.

Who's Regan Anson?

That's right. I...

dreamt the part
you diagnosed her.

You guys were good, though.

Doing your laps?

When you wake up from sedation,
they make you do ten laps

around the hallway to prove
you're ambulatory.

This is number seven.

I want to get home.

Do you remember me, Regan?

I never forgot about your dad.

I think about Mister A
all the time.

Is that what this is?

Do I have what he had?

I think you do.

But that's not a death sentence.
It's not at all.

I was wrong about what happened
to your father.

I believe he had something
called bronze diabetes,

or hereditary hemochromatosis.

It's one of the most
misdiagnosed illnesses there is.

Regan, I'm proud
about what I do.

I'm vain about it even.
But that one?

I just had it wrong.

I'd like you to do
a genetic test.

We'd like to take a look
at your Bm96 gene.

And if you're right about this?
If I have...

bronze diabetes?

It's a surplus of iron.
It can be managed,

and when your symptoms flare up,

we'll be able to treat them
with a therapeutic phlebotomy.

You're gonna be just fine.

You have a family, Regan?

Yeah, one son.

Malcolm.

And what do you do now?

I'm a high school
chemistry teacher.

Well, that makes me very happy.

You were gonna say something.

Before the crash.

You were gonna say something.

Well, that definitely can wait.

You had a liver laceration.

Mary did the operation herself.

Your post-op labs,
they look good.

You're gonna be fine.

Oh, and Micah is with his dad.

I'm gonna bring him down here
as soon as you're ready.

And what about you?

My shoulder.
I have to go in for imaging.

I know.

I know, but...

When I was unconscious,

I had a...

I don't know if "dream"
is the right word, but...

I had all these things
swirling around in my head,

and they all just kind of
came together.

Hmm.

Was I in it?

John, what are we doing here?

You're all staring at me.

Adam took Lauren
to see Dr. Malena.

Lauren was in preterm labor
from polyhydramnios.

But... they were able
to stop it.

Now, she's on bed rest.

You might've saved those babies.

I'm just glad
they're taking precautions.

Well, it's been
a long day, so...

I'm thinking about
taking tomorrow off.

Sure. No problem.

Also, see you in the morning.

Stephens.

Not to put my spoon
in your soup, but

I think you'd be a good father.

We all need to get outside
of ourselves.

We all need to connect
to something bigger.

Are we sure that man is human?

I mean, like, human human?

John.

Your, um, CT scan.

I already know.

You know, it all
makes sense now.

I mean, that's why he was here.
That's why I was seeing him.

That's why who was here?

Sherlock Holmes.

I was seeing him because
of what you see in that scan.

That's also why he was here,
if that makes sense.

Why it was him.

Who's gonna help me
see the truth,

if it's not my best friend?

And what's the truth?

Come on.

You know that already.
You're the one holding the scan.

Can I?

I have a tumor inside my head.

I have a brain tumor.

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