I put in one last appearance in the holiday tavern, but I'm glad the hall coat closet is still connected back to the recovery ward. (Did you know they have booths in the tavern now?) How's everyone doing back here this morning? Someone ought to stick their head into the tavern kitchen in a few minutes and get some dibs on those muffins I smelled. I think they're blueberry.

Oh, Look, Michelle is here, buried under all of those bears. I bet she's getting a little hot. . .