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Researchers have theorized

that nightmares are the brain's way

of processing
unsettling events of the past.

Oh!

Paula. What?

You're scaring me.

Happy Halloween.

Anybody ever tell you,
you snore like a trucker?

- Not in those exact words.
- Like a truck, then?

I thought a semi
was barreling towards me.

- You woke me up.
- I have allergies.

Ohh.

- What time is it?
- Does it matter?

Yes. I'm getting out today.
I'm counting the minutes.

Ooh! Well, I'll count, too.

Once you leave, I'll be able to sleep.

Others believe nightmares

are how our subconscious mind

prepares us to deal
with our real-life fears.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Where are the kids?
- Daycare.

What? So why'd you text about a hand-off?

- To bring you this.
- What's this?

My mom brought them over this morning...

costumes from when Megan and I
were little kids.

These are amazing.

Yeah. She made them all from scratch.

Your mom worked full-time

and still managed to make costumes?

Mm-hmm. Every year.

I got to go.

I guess I'll see you up on the
PEDS floor for trick-or-treating?

Okay. Bye.

Either way,

they agree that nightmares
are most commonly brought on

by one thing...

...stress.

Red or yellow tie?

Mm. Why don't you
compromise, go with orange?

Hey, can you come help me with my dress?

What about blue?

Boo!

Seriously?

You can't even pretend to be scared?

Nothing's scarier than my real life.

I got half a dozen investors
coming to see Pac North today.

Gotta convince them
to sink more money into it.

You found a janitor
giving himself a CT scan.

That place has nowhere to go but up.

Hey, have you seen my wedding shoes?

Why are you wearing your wedding dress?

Uh, it's expensive.

I'm gonna wear it every Halloween.

- To work?
- No. I have the day off.

I'm gonna stay home,
I'm gonna eat most of the candy,

and scare all the trick-or-treaters.

- Love you.
- Love you.

How come my mom hasn't called

from sleepover community service?

Oh, she's probably busy.

It's not like a slumber party
with friends.

Oh. That's your ride.

Okay, everybody, get your stuff together.

Come on, guys. Get your backpacks.

I hope we get candy at school.

Oh, did you guys forget
your candy? Go get your candy.

- Candy! Come on.
- Let's go, guys.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I am so sorry that I'm late.

I had to borrow Carina's car.

How are the kids?

Hair is brushed. Lunches are packed.

Halloween costumes are on.

I am killing the auntie game,
right, ZoZo?

Yeah, but are you gonna get dressed?

Good idea.

I'm gonna go get dressed,

and Dr. DeLuca is gonna
take you to school, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

- Need some help with that?
- Don't!

You're not my dad.

Okay.

All right, let's get the rest
of your stuff together, guys.

All right, let's go.

And then I reminded her

that I'm going to Capitol Hill
with Nico for Halloween,

and she got all weird.

She's sad you're not helping her
hand out candy.

Well, that's what I thought,

but then she asked me
not to post pictures.

She said a lot of our family follows me.

She doesn't want them to know

you still dress up for Halloween?

Yeah, if by "still dress up
for Halloween"

you mean "are gay,"

then I think so.

- I thought she was cool with it.
- Yeah.

So did I.

I'm not gonna let her ruin Halloween.

I'm gonna power through rounds

so that I can leave early and meet Nico.

Mm. What's your costume?

It's a paladin.

From "Dungeons & Dragons."

It's a subclass of fighter
who has the ability

to heal wounds and cure diseases.

So it's a nerd suit.

They can detect evil.

Oh.

We, uh, revamped ER triage protocols

to improve patient flow.

That reduced wait times by 10%.

Okay, no more candy corn
in your nose, bud.

Got it.

Oh, no, no, no, don't do... that.

Uh...

Dr. Webber is, uh, enhancing
the education program

to include doctor-patient communication

and other soft skills.

And with, uh, additional funding,

we can upgrade the skills lab

to improve surgical technique.

Well, unless there are any questions,

we will go see construction
on the new research wing,

which is not only on budget,
but ahead of schedule.

Uh, Chief, a word?

Uh, we're on our way to you now, Eddie.

I think there's something you should see

before anyone else does.

Okay, well, they're not, uh,
quite ready for us yet,

so Dr. Webber will take you
to see the ICU,

and I will meet you guys there
in a few minutes.

Okay.

Uh, okay.

Uh, the ICU is this way.

Oh, God! No, no, no!

You got to clamp it first!

Oh, but, uh, you know,
if we go in this direction,

I can show you our new MRI on the way.

- Thanks.
- Thank you very much.

Oh, my God.

Dr. Chatmon to Radiology.

Dr. Chatmon to Radiology.

Shepherd, uh, you got a second?

Bailey, are you okay?

I... I'm sorry.

Um... I'm... pregnant.

And I hear you are, too. Congratulations.

Thanks. You, too? That's...

Are your ankles swollen?

Do you have intense cravings
for root beer?

Are you panicking about
how you finally have the career

you've imagined for yourself,

but will now be breastfeeding
for the next 12 months

because the AAP strongly recommends it?

Yes to all, but my cravings
are for pepperoni,

which, historically, I hate.

This morning, Tuck texted me a picture

of him in his Halloween costume,

and I burst into tears.

That's the hormones. That's normal.

Okay, well, I don't like it.

I can't cry at work,
not in front of the staff

and certainly not
in front of Tom Koracick.

The last thing I need

is for the self-proclaimed
chief of chiefs

to see me reduced to a puddle of tears.

Isn't "chief of chiefs" his actual title?

Right. Not the point. Okay.

If you feel like you're gonna cry,

try pressing your tongue
to the roof of your mouth.

You can also try
looking up at the ceiling.

Okay. I'll try it.

You know, all I wanted to do was vent,

and you gave me useful advice.

Thank you.

What...

Dr. Sutton to the Step-down Unit.

Dr. Sutton to the Step-down Unit.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Lunch today?
- Sure. Yeah.

- My afternoon's clear.
- Great.

Uh, my parents' reservation's for 12:30,

so see you in the lobby at noon?

- This lunch is with your parents?
- Yeah.

Remember when I did that for you?

I thought your parents hated each other.

They do, but it's my cancer-versary.

Oh.

Uh, that's... What is that?

That's the anniversary
of my doctor telling us

that my scans were clear.

- We go to lunch every year.
- That's nice.

It is... for the first 15 minutes.

Then it turns into a competition

to prove whose life is better
since the divorce.

But this year will be different, though.

Because they will both hate me?

I am terrible with parents.

Because we'll tell them about the baby.

Lobby at noon?

Yay!

Right. They are gonna love you.

Dr. Daimers...

Dr. Daimers...

Really?

They have to special-order
the UV coating that we need.

We're kind of at their mercy, Anne.

That's ridiculous.

- I-I-I know that.
- Whoa. It is dark in here.

I know that,
but what else are we supposed to...

Excuse us. I'm sorry. Good morning.

Dr. Schmitt's gonna go ahead
and get us started today.

Mary Rose Hawkins-Garrett, age 11,

diagnosed at 6 months
with xeroderma pigmentosum,

making her unable to withstand UV light

without risk of severe burns
or skin cancer,

which is why we have
the curtains for protection.

Okay. Mind if I go ahead and take a look?

Mary Rose was admitted

for second-degree burns on her arms,

due to apparent UV exposure.

We don't know how it happened.

I mean, she's never out
in the sun without...

- Mnh-mnh.
- ...protective clothing and sunscreen.

Where's Dr. Alex?

You know what?
Dr. Alex just started a new job

at another hospital.

Oh. He's been her doctor
since she was born.

Did he quit because of the
"hospital from hell" article?

Something like that.

Mhph.

So, by the looks of it,

this UV exposure's happened
in the last couple days,

certainly long enough
for your arms to get infected.

It's a large enough area that
I think we'll need to debride

in an operating room.

She needs surgery?

You really don't know
how this happened, huh?

No. We're careful.

- Dr. Karev knows.
- Okay.

Will I be done in time to trick-or-treat?

Halloween's the one night
where all the kids are outside,

and I can be with them without
my stupid protective helmet.

Oh, even if Dr. Avery and I

work as fast as we possibly can,

y-you're probably still
gonna have to stay,

uh, a night or...

You know what?

The hospital does have
a pretty great Halloween party.

I mean, it's got games
and trick-or-treating.

And we've got a really cool
costume parade.

And I'm pretty sure
there's no helmet required.

- Is that right?
- Nope.

Yeah. So, uh, how's that sound?
Pretty good?

All right.

Well, Dr. DeLuca will go ahead
and get you started,

- and I'll see you in a minute.
- Thank you.

There's no party.

Dr. Karev always assigned it
to a resident,

and he's not here anymore, so...

So you'll make sure it happens.

- Oh, I have plans.
- I know.

I just gave them to you.

Eddie, why isn't anyone working?

I told the investors
we were ahead of schedule.

There.

Yeah. What is it?

Well, I'm no doctor,
but I think that's a skull.

That's another one.

And that's... a lot more.

You want us to keep working?

Yeah, I'm... I'm gonna need a minute.

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They call these "fun size,"

but they'd be more fun
if they were bigger.

Are you sure you don't want one?

I prefer not to lose my teeth.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Let's get you back on that gurney.

No. My leg's just a little scraped up.
This is all fake. It's my friend.

Austin Goodrich, 18,
auto versus pedestrian.

He's got visible head trauma.

Left pupil's blown.

Hypotensive and tachy
despite 500 cc of LR,

likely due to abdominal bleeding.

Oh, you mean where that giant ax is?

That is not real,
but also difficult to remove.

We were walking to school
when this car plowed into him.

Driver said he just didn't see him.

Austin always wins our costume contest.

He's, like, a master of
fake blood and guts and organs.

Is he gonna be okay?

We'll know more when we take
a look at his real organs.

Let's get him into trauma one!

- Dr. Danforth to the ER.
- And to help them, we...

Dr. Danforth to the ER.

Uh, w-would you excuse me?

Uh, M-Michaela? Over there.

Thank you.

- Oh.
- Go.

I need advice

on breaking bad news to the investors.

Hmm.

Well, I've always found it's best

to be up-front and straightforward.

Investors would rather hear it from you

than through the grapevine.
Why? What's happening?

C-Construction is stopped

due to a... a... a mass grave.

A... A what, now?

The new wing is apparently
on a... a burial ground

from, uh, 100 years ago.

You're pranking me for Halloween, right?

This was once apparently
a mental hospital,

and once people died
and nobody came for them and...

Ugh. Yeah.

Well, you definitely don't
want to tell the investors that.

O-Okay, y-you handle it,
and... and I'll keep them busy.

Sure explains why this place
feels haunted.

It's not haunted.

Help! Ohh! Someone help me!

I'm bleeding so much!

Ohh! Aah!

Really?

Seriously?

Look how good this makeup is.

You weren't even a little bit scared?
I'm a corpse.

Well, it's kind of a dime
a dozen around here today.

There's a graveyard
under our construction site.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

And I'm waiting to hear back from County,

and I don't have time for this.

It's Hunt.

Multiple patients crashing in the ICU.
Let's go.

You know I don't work here, right?

I don't have more room
for dead bodies today.

Come on.

Man, I don't want to tear his skin,

but this is really stuck.

I think it's spirit gum.

Um, I-I need more alcohol wipes.

What's spirit gum?

If you're old enough to know what it is,

you're too old for trick-or-treating.

You want to put an age limit
on Halloween?

A town in Canada did... 16.

After that, it's just
panhandling in a costume.

All right, he's bleeding from his belly.

We need to get him to an OR.

Tom, how much longer?

To retract the scalp and the galea,

create an osteotomy, incise the dura,

and decompress the hematoma?

I'm done.

What happened?

Ohh!

See? That is the appropriate reaction.

Cecil Taylor, my wife, Jo.

Two patients crashed, and now a
bunch of have cardiac arrhythmias.

- How many?
- All of them.

And no idea why.

Your hospital's haunted.

I'm saying not everyone likes surprises.

Sure.

Just people who lack
a sense of adventure.

- Oh, please.
- Oh!

Hey, there he is.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Eric.

- So glad to meet you.
- You, too.

Yeah.

So, you must be Amelia.

- Yes.
- I'm Maureen.

- Hi.
- So glad that you could join us.

Yeah. Me too.

- Ahh.
- Okay.

Ahh.

I-I didn't even know
that Link was seeing anyone

until today.

How long has it been?

Um a few months?

But we've known each other
longer than that, though.

Right.

Yeah. Actually, my sister,

uh, tried to set us up a year ago.

Well, a lot can change in a year.

Yeah!

So much!

A year ago, I was living with
my ex-husband and two kids.

Uh, not our kids.

Um, well, one is ours,
but, um, but mostly his.

He's adopted... Leo.

The other is Leo's birth mom.

She was not with us very long,

but, um, between her
running away and going to rehab,

it was petty messy.

Plus, um, Link was kind of
asking out my other sister.

Sometimes things just work out better

the second time around.

Speaking of which...

...I have some news.

- Well, actually, um, so do...
- I...

...am getting remarried.

Oh, wow.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Congratulations!

Do we have to talk about this now?

Yeah, you know, it all
happened pretty quickly,

but I'm feeling really good about it.

And I know that you are gonna love him.

Can't wait to meet him.

You don't have to.

Yeah.

Surprise.

She is lucky,
I mean, that's a hell of a burn,

but not quite past the dermis.

How's Grey handling lock-up?

- Oh.
- I mean, she's great with a scalpel,

but I can't picture her wielding a shiv.

- No. No. I can, actually.
- It's hard to say.

I mean, she's had about eight
minutes of phone time total,

which she spent talking
to her kids, obviously.

Right. So you're playing house
over there?

I'm helping out when I can.

Yeah. I'm not sure it's welcome.

Zola looked like she wanted
to shiv me this morning.

Really? Why?

- What'd you do?
- No clue.

Yeah, well, welcome to fatherhood, buddy.

I'm not trying to be anyone's father.

No, you're just taking care
of your girlfriend's children

while she's behind bars.

Totally different.

- Okay.
- Gauze, please.

With kids, it's hard to tell,

but it's almost always for a reason.

You just got to figure it out.

We checked to make sure

- his lip lac isn't real, right?
- Yeah.

When did everyone start spending
so much time on costumes?

What's Allison gonna be?

A baby.

Right.

Lap pads.

You know that Owen's mom

made all of his and Megan's costumes

when they were little?

Like, put sheets over their heads

- and called them ghosts?
- No.

Sewed and glue-gunned and embroidered.

She was an amazing Army nurse

and a mom who made other moms feel inept.

I don't think anyone
equates good costumes

with good parenting.

Well, Owen might. I have no idea.

We went from best friends
to family of four

almost overnight.

There were many steps that were skipped,

I mean, steps that would have prepared me

for what we're doing right now,
which is...

I have no idea what it is.

Me neither.

Tom, you were...

you were so quiet that I forgot that...

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

And you are not "inept,"

except maybe in your choice
of baby daddies.

And don't let ginger beer or his mom

make you feel any other way.

I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't
have brought it up.

It's just that... that those
costumes were so terrifying...

and... and... and not in a Halloween way.

Halloween's a phony holiday, anyway.

Dangerous, too. Kids are twice as likely

to be hit by a car and die
on Halloween as any other day.

This kid's lucky we were here to
keep him alive... or at least I was.

The ventriculostomy
is draining perfectly.

I will be in the ER

with the other Halloween casualties.

How did you date that man?

Well, he has his moments.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No, he really does have
some good qualities.

No.

Pancreatic head looks severed.

Probably blunt-force trauma

from him falling onto the plastic ax.

It basically caused half a Whipple.

All right. What do we do?

Well, we don't have a choice.

We have to finish a Whipple.

You staring at that clock's

not gonna make it go any faster.

There isn't really much else to do here.

You could help me with this puzzle,

stop wearing out that floor.

Hey, hey!

Hi.

Um, I'm Meredith Grey.

I'm supposed to get out now, actually.

Paperwork's not here.

Where is it?

Hasn't arrived from court.

Should I call my lawyer?

It'll show up. Happens all the time.

Okay. But, wait. Hold on.

It's... You know, it's Halloween,

and I have three kids at home,

and they shouldn't have to suffer

for the court's mistake.

I have to get a costume.

You could go as "sad mom."

Is anyone in your family sick?

I'm a doctor. I could help.

I like it better
on this side of the bars.

You're a doctor?

- Yeah. You need help?
- No.

I'm just wondering
how the hell you let yourself

get locked in here.

Dead bodies like corpses
or murder victims?

No one was murdered. Get back to work.

- You figure out what happened?
- Not yet.

It's kind of a war zone here.

Your hospital's creepy.

- You're not helping that situation.
- Okay.

Those are the patients who are okay.

Those are the ones who had arrhythmias.

These had jaundice.

Those had fevers.

Huh.

What? You see something?

The pink.

Transfusion forms.

All these patients got blood.

We've gotta call Central Blood Supply,

see if there's anything's wrong with...

Actually, we have our own blood supply.

It's in the floor's medical fridge.

- Okay. Where's that?
- We need to see it.

- Damn it. It's another V-fib.
- I'll get it.

You guys check on the blood.

Uh, Link said you live
in different cities,

so how did you two, um...

I moved to Denver for my job
earlier this year.

I didn't know anybody there,

so, uh, I signed up for
one of those dating apps.

First person they matched me
with was Maureen.

I swiped left. Been there, done that.

I switched apps.

I figured that one's algorithm was bad.

But the next one matched us, too.

And then when we matched a third time,

I texted him to laugh
about these dumb apps,

and he suggested that we have coffee.

And, uh, turns out the apps
weren't so dumb.

We've already had a big wedding,

so this one's gonna be low-key.

But I would love for you
to be my best man.

Ooh.

You two, uh...

put me through hell with your divorce.

You used me like a pawn.

You... You made me a go-between.

You forced me to pick sides.

I spent Christmas days on an airplane

so I could have breakfast with you

and dinner with you.

I double-majored in college

So you could go to separate
graduation ceremonies.

It took me years to learn
how to manage parents

who could barely sit through a lunch

without tearing each other apart,

and now... now...

now you're...
you're getting back together?

I don't... I don't even know what to say.

I think they just want you
to say you're happy...

No, no, no, they... they don't
get to tell me what to say.

They gave up that right
when they sat me down

and told me our family
was a "painful lie,"

which, together or not,

we are never gonna do to our kid.

Oh, yeah.

You're gonna be grandparents.

You know what? I need some air.

Surprise!

Huh.

Okay. Temperature gauge
seems to be working.

Yeah. Feels cool.

Wait. It's zero degrees Celsius.

It's supposed to be between 1 and 6.

It's gone bad.

The blood hemolyzed. We basically
pumped them with straight potassium.

A few more minutes, and the ICU
would be nothing but corpses.

And I've already got a backyard
full of those.

Okay, we're gonna need labs for anyone

who's been given blood from this
fridge in the past 24 hours.

From now on, every department
uses Central Blood Supply.

That's why it's there.

Anastomosis looks patent and intact.

I mean, this has got to be
a parent's worse nightmare.

Do you worry about Tuck
trick-or-treating?

My son and his girlfriend

are going to horror night in the park.

They're both zombies

because they wanted to do
a couple's costume.

I have... ugh...

other things to worry about.

I need, uh, drains

and 3-0 nylon.

You know what?

Don't worry about the costume.

There's never enough time
to do everything you want,

so spend it with your babies.

That's more important
than any perfect costume.

All right.

It's not the prettiest gastro-J.

But it got the job done.

So, I was picking up trash

for my community service.

And I'm waiting
for the medical commission

to decide whether or not
to take my license,

which I can't lose,

because I have three kids
and I love being a surgeon.

I would miss the OR and miss my patients.

Do you have kids?

Two.

And two jobs to make ends meet.

One night, my childcare fell through.

I couldn't find a babysitter

or a sub for the graveyard shift
at the mini-mart,

so I put my two kids to bed,
and I went to work.

I was less than a block away.

I ran back and checked on them
every break I had.

But my 8-year-old woke up and called 911

when he saw I wasn't home.

Oh, no.

I tried explaining it to the police,

but they were in no mood to listen.

One of them came towards me.

I guess I waved him off, out of instinct.

My hand hit his face...
not hard or anything.

But they arrested me,

said I assaulted a police officer.

And a jury found you guilty of that?

I haven't had a hearing yet.

I can't afford bail, so I'm stuck here.

And my kids are in foster care.

Public defender says

it's gonna be probably another month.

So...

you can keep whining

about how you might lose
your medical license,

but I'm gonna stop listening
and focus on this puzzle.

I don't know why I'm so mad.

When I was a kid,

all I wanted was for them
to get back together.

I even tried to "Parent Trap" them.

Seriously?

I separately talked them into taking me

to the same showing
of "Sleepless in Seattle."

But my dad hated rom-coms,
and my mom hated my dad,

so it didn't work out very well.

I don't think you're angry
about them getting remarried.

Uh, I'm pretty sure that
they're the root of this anger.

This day is supposed to be about you.

You are their kid.

You survived cancer.

And they are making your cancer-versary

all about them... again.

Yeah.

For somebody who says
they're terrible with parents,

you seem to understand mine pretty well.

Well, I understand family dysfunction.

If you want to just leave, we can.

Or you can give them
a chance to do better.

Dr. Curt Sullivan to...

Dr. Curt Sullivan to...

Ah. Oh, geez.

Ohh.

_

_

_

Are you a doctor?

Yeah. I'm Dr. Schmitt.

Do you need help?

What's wrong?

I can't find a Halloween costume.

Can you help me?

Uh... sure.

Come on. Let's... Let's go look.

Yes, I believe so.

Ah! Just the person I was looking for.

Can it wait? I got to do a post-op check.

Oh, I was talking to DeLuca,

but thank you for letting me
know that you're busy.

Ah. Meet me in Mary Rose's room
when you're done.

- Mm-hmm.
- What's up?

So, I just picked up the kids
from school.

Bailey and Ellis are in daycare,
but Zola is refusing.

Because it's for little kids.

I would take her, but I have
surgery, and Amelia's out.

- This isn't really a good time.
- She's super easy.

She'll probably just read her
book or go to the OR gallery.

I-I'm rounding, Maggie...

When's Mom coming back?

Okay. She can, uh...

She can come with me.

- I'll figure something out.
- Great.

So, you're gonna hang out
with Dr. DeLuca,

and I'm gonna come
and get you later, okay?

Mwah.

Bye.

Hey.

Dr. Hurdle, pick up Line 2.
Dr. Hurdle, Line 2.

Am I okay?

Did I miss Halloween?

Your arms are fine.

You're fine,
and you didn't miss anything.

Trick-or-treating didn't even start yet.

Your parents are down in the cafeteria,

in case there's anything
you'd like to tell me

about what really happened.

I don't know.

Mary Rose.

I want Dr. Alex.

Okay, fine.

Lemme get him.

Dude, come on.

Tell me what happened.

Mary Rose, come on.
I'm here to help, you know?

Just tell me what happened.

I begged my moms for a cat,

so they finally got me one... Miss Velma.

But she ran out a few days ago.

I was scared she'd get hit by a car.

So you ran after her, didn't you?

I put on my helmet.

But I didn't have time for my jacket.

Please don't tell my moms.

They'll make me get rid of Miss Velma.

- These burns are very serious...
- And they hurt.

I swear I'm never going out

without my protective gear again.

This sucks.

I'll file this under
doctor-patient privilege this time.

This is your one pass, okay?

See? There's always a reason.

It's just a matter of figuring out a way

to get it out of them.

Superman? It's got a cool cape.

Batman, then?

Okay, uh, uh, Captain America?

Spidey?

No superheroes.

Okay.

Uh, pbht.

Ooh! How about a robot?

Okay, you don't want to be
a monster, an athlete,

a vampire, a racecar driver, a Pokémon,

a superhero, or a robot.

I don't know what else there is.

I want to be a sunflower.

Okay.

So...

maybe two weddings next year?

Uh, we're just focused on the baby.

Who we're gonna raise together,
of course.

You're gonna make a great dad.

Well we obviously have
a lot to figure out

before the baby arrives in the spring.

Exactly when are you due?

Oh, we put a deposit on a wedding venue.

Uh, third weekend in April.

But we're flexible.

We'll forfeit. Yeah.

How old are your kids?

6 and 8.

Those are good ages...

old enough to help

and still young enough to want to.

I just hope they're okay.

Yeah. I mean, how are you
not climbing the walls?

There's nothing else to do in here

but think about how screwed up
everything is.

It's infuriating.

Oh, I was angry.

First few days I was in here,

I almost put a hole
in that wall with my fist.

Then I figured I can go insane with rage

or I can find other things to do.

So I started reading
all of Toni Morrison's books.

I have an ongoing game of gin rummy

with Luiza from D Block.

And I have this puzzle.

Grey, your paperwork's here.

What are you waiting for?

Sorry I'm not gonna help you finish.

We finished the edges.

You just got to work with what you got.

Good luck with your hearing.

Good luck with your license.

Zola?

Zola?

Just me.

There you are.

Want to go check out
the trick-or-treating?

There's some candy.

I'll wait for my mom.

Can we talk, Zola?

Look, I'd really
like for us to get along.

So, did I do something
to upset you this morning

when I was helping you with your costume?

My dad fixed my wings... before he died.

Oh.

They ripped, and he sewed them up.

So you don't like it
when other people touch them?

I don't want to forget him.

Oh, Zola.

You're not gonna forget your dad.

No one's forgetting your dad.

I mean, he was a legend.

Did you know him?

No, I didn't know him.

But a lot of people here did.

And they talk about him all the time.

I've heard the stories so often,

sometimes I forget I wasn't even there.

You know, one time,

there was this lab tech named Isaac,

and he had this huge tumor in his spine.

And he'd taken it to all these doctors,

and they were all too afraid to operate,

but not your dad.

Your dad said he would try.

And when he opened Isaac up,

he saw that the tumor was even bigger

than it was on the scans.

All he could do was stare at it

for 10 hours straight.

Did he take it out?

Not that day.

He stayed up all night thinking about it.

And the next day,
he opened up Isaac again.

He cut out as much of the tumor
as he possibly could...

...until all...

A burial ground explains a lot...

patients crashing,

the stairwell light
that flickers at midnight,

the corpse bride who haunts the room

where her husband died.

Do you have any more gauze?

Oh, my God! Haunted!

Look, nothing is haunted.

The corpse bride is my...

my wife in a Halloween costume.

Okay? The patients crashed

because the refrigerator's broken.

And, yes, there's a burial ground

where the new wing is going,

but we've notified the authorities,

and we're exhuming the bodies.

- Everything is getting back on track.
- Mm-hmm.

So stop spreading rumors.

Get back to work!

Did you say "burial ground"?

Uh...

Almost had 'em.

Keep fighting the good fight, Dr. Grey.

Yeah. Thanks.

But not so hard that
you end up back here.

Um, I don't want to get
either one of us in trouble,

but I do have a small favor to ask.

Dr. Axford to the ER.
Dr. James Axford to the ER.

Austin is okay,

but his head was seriously injured...

same with his pancreas,
which we had to remove.

He's in the ICU, but he's doing fine now.

Oh. Thank God.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Can I see him?

- Me too.
- Yeah. I can take you now.

Can I take pictures to send
into the costume contest?

Maybe he could still win.

Halloween really brings out the weirdos.

Okay, all you've done today
is complain...

the candy, the costumes.

Catherine Fox may have made you
chief of chiefs,

but she did not make you
the Halloween Grinch!

Yeah. You're right.

I'm sorry.

That's it?

No cynical argument?

No snarky comeback?

Yeah. I used to like Halloween.

But my son David... uh, he loved it.

His mom didn't, so every year,
he and I'd put together his costume

and go trick-or-treating.
It was our thing.

One year, he was, um...

...he was really excited
about being Luke Skywalker.

So, we were making
a stormtrooper, uh, belt,

you know, like he wore in the, um...

- when he got out of the trash compactor.
- "Episode IV."

- Yeah.
- It was a good costume.

It was.

Except he never got a chance to wear it.

He died two weeks before Halloween,

and I just...

That unworn costume

hung on the back of his door for months.

I couldn't bring myself to...

take it down and...

Oh.

Oh, uh... hey, hey, hey.

Hey, take it, take it, take it, take it.

- Ohh!
- What? What?

- That's okay.
- No, no. No, no. Shh.

It's okay. Come on.

Easy, easy.

Let's get out of here.

Today was a... a nightmare.

Hey.

You are amazing.

You are turning a house of
horrors into a legit hospital,

and I am sorry if those
investors can't see that.

Well, don't be.

I'm getting a new research facility.

They gave you the funding?

Yeah, they said they were impressed

with my ability to handle chaos.

They don't even know the half of it.

They should visit your childhood.

Hey, you know what?

- Yeah?
- We should do something to celebrate.

Great. I am absolutely dressed for that.

What?

What time does the courthouse close?

Sometimes your worst
nightmare comes true,

but you find it's really
nothing to worry about.

Happy cancer-versary!

Shh.

Trick or treat!

Mom!

Hey! Mommy, Mommy!

I missed you!

Hi!

Hi!

Cool costume, Mom.

- Thanks.
- We're sorting candy. Wanna help?

I do. I'll be there in one minute, okay?

Okay, let's give your mom a minute.

Come on. Welcome home, jailbird.

Thanks.

I'm so glad you're back.

- Ohh.
- How was it?

It was horrible.

That was always my experience.

But, you know,
I had a lot of time to think,

and I realized that, okay,
so, if I don't have a job

and I can't practice medicine,

I still have a lot to work with.

And I'll figure something out.

You're not gonna help us sort candy?

No, I am.

I just... I have to call my lawyer.

I-I need help with a puzzle.

Occasionally you discover

that what you most dread
is really a blessing.

And your life is better
because you persevered,

despite your fears.

Hey. Where's your costume?

This is it... kick-ass surgeon!

- I love it.
- Okay, look,

I didn't have time to make
Leo and Allison costumes

and I am not gonna sew costumes

and I am not gonna be classroom mom

or do all the other things
that your mom did.

Yeah. I know.
That's why I brought these old costumes

to see if they might fit these guys.

Oh.

Wait. You thought I wanted you
to sew costumes?

- I...
- So you thought I made this special trip

just to hand you my mom's old costumes

with the sole purpose of shaming you?

Or, like, inspiring me?

I was inspired, if that helps at all.

What are they supposed to be?

Zombies?

You dressed our babies up as dead babies?

Well, that's a terrible way to put it.

Oh, hey.

We're just about to kick off
the costume parade.

Are these little guys gonna...
Oh, my... Ahh.

Next year, you might
want to just buy costumes.

But sometimes your worst
nightmare is truly scary.

And it feels like
it's never going to end.

That's when support from
friends and family is vital.

Hey. There he is.

Oh! Aww.

What happened to "Dungeons & Dragons"?

I felt more like a sunflower today.

- Boo!
- Ah!

Aah! What are you doing here?

I couldn't wait any longer to see you.

Okay. Here. Get in. Get in. Get in.

Aww, aww, aww.

And I'm posting it

because joy should be shared.

Vampire and sunflower...
that's some serious kink.

You want to surround yourself with people

who will wake you up
from your nightmare...

"For better or worse..."

For better or worse...

"...for richer or poorer..."

...for richer or pregnant.

What?

I'm pregnant.

Scared you!

I got you so good.

- Wait. You're not pregnant?
- No.

Oh, my God, you should've seen your face.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

For richer or poorer...

"...in sickness and in health..."

...in sickness and in health...

...and help you live your wildest dreams.

Your bail's been posted. Time to go.

What? By who?

Doesn't say.

You coming or what?