Word travels fast, especially when it’s word that some kind of psychotic man-monster type has attacked one of your patients and, at minimum, has thrown her through the wall of a bar. He’s not sure what he’s getting into exactly, taking Sarah on as his patient, but at least she’s there to see him when he heads over to the clinic. It could be worse. She could be the type that hides. Cancer patients aren’t always the best of patients.

“How are you feeling?” Rory asks before he’s even to her side. “You’re standing,” he observes. “That’s.. good. That's a good sign.”