When we landed back in D.C. Jarrett was triumphant, having found Patient's cache of shatter in the desk of the airborne Oval Office. She took me straight to the family's private apartment, where Patient awaited us, weeping copiously."Could you work your magic, Doctor?" Jarrett asked me " He's due to address Congress now on gun control. "I can't stop the weeping," I told her. But I can prevent outright hysteria, with a shot of Ativan." I watched Patient's relatively balanced address to Congress later, with some pride.---Dictated by S.H.Rink, M.D.