Signed, Sealed, Delivered

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She's from the U.S.P.S. in Washington, D.C.

I imagine we have differing notions

on what constitutes "fun."

I have no doubt that we do.

Wait till I tell you about Oliver.

It was very ungentlemanly of me

to remain here where I could

overhear your conversation.

I won't say a word.

I really can't stall them anymore.

Sorry!

Sorry!

I got it!

If something happens...

Nothing's gonna happen.

Promise.

You have to mail this.

Do it for Michael and our little girl.

I need your help here!

Okay. Deep breaths.

Move it! Let's go. Let's go!

Okay! Hang in there, Melissa. Hang in there! Hang in there!

- We're not getting a pulse. - Pressure's dropping.

- More suction. - She's desatting, 70%.

- Come on, Melissa! - We're losing her!

- 65%! - More suction!

Morning.

Would you like to see any magazines today?

You know, all my John Grisham's have been checked out,

but hold on, let me see.

So, when we were talking about Oliver the other day,

he was sitting right behind us?

Mm. But it wasn't his fault.

He wanted to leave,

he just didn't want to stand up and embarrass you.

What did I say?

What did I say?

- All nice things. You know... - Oh...

How he's a nice guy, he goes to church,

he's generous, considerate...

- He needs a sense of humor. - No.

No... no!

I can't go back to the dead letter office now.

Take me back to Washington with you, please?

No! This place is good for you.

Besides, I can't go back either.

Not until I fulfill my special projects quota.

Oh.

Be cool. He's coming over.

- But don't let him know I told you. - What do I do?

Nothing, he would die if he knew

that you knew that he knew that...

Good morning, Ms. McInerney, Ms. Starkwell,

I was hoping to find you here. Again.

Gosh, Oliver. It's so good to see you.

We were just sitting here

talking about... nothing.

Um, trying to find a topic, and...

Oh, forget about it.

What's going on?

Oh, uh, well, we received a rather unusual package this morning.

I'd like to consult with you and... and you, perhaps,

Ms. Starkwell, if you're interested.

Yes, I'm always interested,

but I have a problem I have to fix

in "Parcels" at 9:00.

Apparently, even if it fits, it ain't shipping.

Mm. At least not to Kazakhstan.

But, can you post it?

Aw, I love her.

It must be nice having a friend

visiting from your old stomping grounds.

Yeah. Although I really didn't stomp that much.

I didn't stay there that long.

Oh, I see. So should we expect you to...

Move on at some point?

- "On"? - Are you unhappy at the D.L.O.?

With... us?

- "Us"? - The team. Uh...

Norman, Rita...

Oh! No. No. Not unhappy.

In fact, I'm actually starting to do a little stomping here.

Ah. I'm sure Norman and Rita will be very happy to hear that.

They admire you and your remarkable...

My remarkable...?

Uh... ability to, uh...

Embrace...

A challenge such as this.

Ah.

It arrived, addressed directly to the dead letter office.

- Oh, a Bible? - Mm-hmm.

And, uh...

This was included.

The cover letter reads, uh,

"Dear Post Office...

"after many years of treatment,

"a patient of ours at Long Oaks Lodge for Mental Health

"has recovered enough to leave our facility.

"At the time he left, he confessed to us that the Bible

he had carried so long was, in fact,

stolen by him

approximately 10 years ago."

"Inside that Bible was an unmailed letter,

which our patient decorated and used as a bookmark."

"We are sending you both

"in hopes that you might forward them to their rightful owners."

"Thank you."

"Nancy Gray, Director of Psychiatric Services,

Long Oaks Lodge for Mental Health."

Uh...

It's Michael W-H-E... something,

2234... something, D-e-n-v...

Well, it must be Denver.

Mm-hmm. Uh...

Most of it's not legible.

Return address says

"St. Augusto Hospital Intensive Care Unit."

37-cent 2004 commemorative.

It, uh, lacks postmark, however.

Oh. The stamp suggests intention to mail.

And we must honor that intention.

Very good, Ms. McInerney.

Alright.

Here we are.

Ahem.

Shaky handwriting.

Uh, "May 16, 2004.

"Dear Michael...

"I can explain everything.

"It's not what you think.

"I don't blame you for walking out,

"but I can't let them operate on me

"unless I know, if I die...

at least you have the truth."

"My head hurts

and I can't remember much about yesterday..."

Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your confidence.

Mike, isn't that your wife?

Uh...

- Hey. - Hey!

What... what are you doing here?

The partners took me to lunch.

They're gonna support me in the campaign.

Did... did I mention? He's really gonna run.

I always knew you'd run the world someday.

Some things never change, I guess.

I just, uh...

Hey. Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey...

I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong.

Oh, I'm sorry,

it's just I see my wife and her old boyfriend

together at a hotel.

I don't know what to make of it.

Have you ever noticed,

when things are good, he's your best friend,

but as soon as we're having problems,

he's my "ex-boyfriend"?

Barry and I were having lunch.

That's all that happened. Lunch.

I didn't see you in the restaurant.

Michael,

please, just trust me on this.

I'll tell you all about it

when Abby and I get back from the trip.

Right.

Why don't you come?

No.

Take some mother/daughter time.

We need some husband/wife time.

I gotta go.

"I would have never let you walk away

if I had known what was coming."

She said it all happened so fast.

One second, they were all laughing,

and the next thing they knew, they hit the rocks,

and everyone was in the water...

Mr. Wheeler?

Yes?

We just got the lab work back on your blood.

I'm afraid there's an issue.

Michael...

How's Abby?

They think she's gonna lose a kidney.

Oh, no.

No...

She needed blood.

So...

I gave them mine.

But my blood didn't match.

Michael, wait. Listen to me.

What a fool I am.

I mean, Abby was born, what...?

Nine months and two days after we got married.

Maybe, if you and Barry hadn't been messing around on Friday,

I would've been up there with you guys,

and our little girl

wouldn't be fighting for her life right now!

Listen to me, Mi... Michael.

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