Grey's Anatomy

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.

- 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?

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. I am so sorry - Hey.

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.

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

Alright, 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!

- Oh, but, uh, you know, - You got to clamp it first!

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.