.
- There's a riot at the prison.
- Call hospital security.
Tell them to send everyone they've got.
- MRI results came back on the guy
with a stab wound to the leg.
- The angle of this puncture, I think it's hesitation marks.
- You think he stabbed himself?
- Where is Dupere now? - Wyett Dupere escaped.
He took the officer's gun.
- What's going on? - Hospital's on lockdown.
Nobody in or out.
- Dr. Asher? Everything OK?
- My water just broke.
- [screams] - OK, that's good.
Long push. Steady, steady.
- You're doing so great. - Good.
- Dr. Asher?
- OK, Olivia, I need you to stop pushing.
- What? What do you mean? - Why are we stopping?
- The umbilical cord is prolapsed.
It's below the baby's head,
which means the cord is compressed,
and it's cutting off oxygen. - Oh, my God.
- Wait, he's not getting oxygen?
- OK, if I elevate the baby's head off of the cord,
we can maintain oxygen flow, but he needs to come out now.
I have to do a C-section. - Here?
- You'll be fine. It's not my first rodeo, OK?
- It's your first rodeo while in labor yourself.
- Jacob, you're gonna take my place.
- Wait, what?
- Your hand is going to go exactly where mine is.
You'll keep upward pressure on the baby's head,
and you will not let it drop.
- Female anatomy is not his comfort zone.
- It's really not.
- Your baby needs to come out now,
and I need my hands free to operate.
I am also about to have another contraction,
and I can't risk my hand slipping.
- OK, I can do this. - OK.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
- Dr. Asher, are you OK?
- I'm fine. Early labor.
It's a long time to go.
I've got this. I promise you.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
- This is fun.
You have nothing to say in response
to my confession of love?
- What do you want from me? - Oh, no, oh, God, nothing.
I'm so sorry to bother you. - OK.
Then I'll tell you.
You want to do whatever you want to do,
whenever you want to do it, without any thought
or concern for another person.
You want to get angry when it suits you,
then make light of anything when it suits you.
You're not even honest with yourself,
much less another person.
- "I love you too" would have sufficed.
- Oh, you're infuriating.
- And what about it?
- You just said you can't pretend
you're not sick anymore,
but you will, and I won't.
I won't pretend with you. Not anymore.
- I don't respond well to other people predicting my behavior.
- You don't respond well to anything you can't control.
- CPD. Identify yourselves.
- Dr. Mitch Ripley and Dr. Caitlin Lenox.
- IDs?
[soft dramatic music]
Surgeons lounge is clear. - Copy.
- You're free to resume duties, but stay on this floor
until the code silver's been lifted.
- Yeah.
- Dr. Rabari?
- Trust me, the way he responded
removed any doubt that I had.
- Can you prove it?
- There's a formal diagnosis floating around somewhere.
- But those records are sealed.
Is there any other way to prove it?
- Well, ironically, you know,
an fMRI might be able to show some statistical differences
in people with antisocial personality disorder,
but, I mean, why do you ask?
- Unless this lockdown continues into the evening,
the board is going to meet tonight
to decide whether you keep your job
or they replace you with Dr. Rabari.
- Sharon, are you suggesting that I use
Theo's sociopathy against him
to disqualify him from the position?
- It's the only card we have to play, Daniel.
- I don't think I'm comfortable doing that.
- You had a stroke,
and he did not hesitate to exploit that.
- Right, it's because there's a tiny issue of myself
having fought my entire career against precisely
those kind of stigmas that plague
precisely those kind of diagnoses.
I'm not going to do it, Sharon.
Right, even if it's to save my job,
it would just be profoundly hypocritical of me.
- This is war.
If we do nothing, you lose your job.
Gaffney can't afford that, and, honestly, neither can I.
- Hey, do you know If they cleared labor and delivery?
- Uh, not yet.
They're sweeping the ICU now and working their way up.
- Oh. Hannah is transporting a patient up to L&D,
and she's not answering my texts.
- When's her due date? - Two weeks from tomorrow.
- God, it must be hard to concentrate on anything else.
- It is.
[sighs]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Stop.
- You don't want to do this.
- Oh, it's too late for that.
♪ ♪
- What do you want?
- You're going to help me finish something.
And if you play your cards right,
I might let you meet that new baby of yours.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
.
- How's that epidural working, Olivia?
- I think it's magical.
- OK, Jacob, do not take your hand off the baby's head
until you feel mine, OK? - Got it.
- Uterine incision.
[water trickling]
OK, stay with me, Olivia. - Trust me.
You have my full attention.
- I can feel your hand. - OK, you can let go now.
I've got the baby's head. OK, here he comes.
[baby cries]
OK, there we go.
[bright music]
- Jacob, is he OK?
- He's perfect.
- Oh, Miranda, I need a word with you
about the board meeting. - OK.
- I'd like to postpone it. - Why?
- So Dr. Rabari can submit to the same battery
of physical tests that Dr. Charles did,
including fMRI scan.
- On what grounds, Sharon?
- Well, it's the same as Dr. Charles,
to ensure that he's fit for the stresses of the position.
- Dr. Rabari didn't nearly die of a stroke.
- It's about fairness and transparency, Miranda.
Putting both candidates on equal footing.
- No. I'm sorry.
No more delays.
We're going to make a decision today.
We're moving on.
- You've been pulling the strings with Dr. Rabari
all along, haven't you?
- Excuse me?
- I asked Dr. Rabari to fill in temporarily
until Dr. Charles was well enough to return,
but I think you put the idea in his head
to make it permanent by appealing to his ambition.
- [chuckles] Be careful.
Sharon, you are making some baseless accusations here.
- Yes.
I'll see you at the meeting.
- [sighs]
- They're just in here.
- Olivia, how are you feeling?
- Like I just got run over by a Mack truck.
Ryan, meet your son.
- Harrison.
- Harrison Meade-Taylor.
♪ ♪
- Hi there, baby boy.
- It's perfect.
Little Harry.
- How far apart are your contractions?
- 5 to 7 minutes.
- How the hell are you still standing?
- I'm fine.
- Emily, can you get a wheelchair for Dr. Asher
and tell them to prep another labor room, please?
Thank you.
You ready to do this, chat?
- Well, years of experience has taught me that
I don't have a choice in the matter.
- That's very true. - OK.
- Let's do it.
- We gave him Ativan.
The lockdown had him really wound up.
- Can you print his discharge paperwork?
- Yeah.
- I've got good news, Mr. Walker.
Hey, your test results came back all clear.
You can go home.
[suspenseful music]
Stop.
♪ ♪
- Hey, hey! - [coughing]
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
You OK? - What the hell just happened?
Do I need to call security? - I thought you were Dupere.
I thought you were trying to kill me.
.
- Does John know what happened? - No, I didn't call him.
He's got enough to worry about with his dad.
- Yeah, careful.
Men get whiny when you don't lean on them.
They are so emotional.
You have any trouble swallowing?
- No, just sore.
- OK, no trouble breathing, spots in your vision,
ringing in your ears? - Nope, I'm good.
- OK.
- Rumor has it that you coldcocked him?
- That's true.
- I hope it hurt.
Everything's normal.
You're good to go. - Thanks.
- So Jason thought that you were Wyett Dupere?
- Yeah, and that I was going to kill him.
- Huh, why would Wyett target Jason specifically?
- Revenge, I guess?
The riot started because Jason attacked Maxwell.
Jason says that Maxwell had a shiv, but a lot of inmates
are saying that it was unprovoked.
- You believe him?
- I don't think he's lying.
- Pupil 6 millimeters, fixed and dilated.
- He's brain dead?
- No, cerebral edema doesn't typically
improve in the direction of miracles,
but stranger things have happened.
Do another clinical exam followed by an apnea test
in about an hour. Let me know the results.
- Isaac was scheduled to move to a minimum security prison
next week. Talk about bad timing.
- In my experience, life is all about timing, Dr. Ripley.
The scary part is how little control we have over it.
- Paging Dr. Archer to labor and delivery.
Paging Dr. Archer to labor and delivery.
- Must be Hannah. - Big day.
[vitals monitors beeping]
- Oh, Dr. Charles, a patient is asking you
to drop by the psych unit. They said it's not urgent.
- You got a name? - Uh, Scott Baird.
- Inpatient or out? - In.
- Huh, don't know who that is.
But I'll see if I can find time to stop by.
- It's so hard to see him like this.
Last night, the doctor did a bedside ultrasound and--
- His pleural effusions are getting larger.
- Yeah. - [wheezing]
- Mom.
- I'm fine. - You're not.
[somber music]
- He's slipping away so fast.
♪ ♪
- Mom, hey, you're tired, all right?
Let me take over for the day. Just go home, get some rest.
- [coughs] - James?
[vitals monitors beeping intensely]
What's happening? - Hey, we need help in here.
Help. It's OK.
It's all right.
I need an 18 gauge needle and a syringe.
Do you understand me? - Excuse me?
- Move.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- What do you think you're doing?
- Move.
Hey, Dad, it's all right. I got you.
I got you, OK?
Nice and easy, it's OK.
It's all right. Breathe, Dad, breathe.
- James.
- All right.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
It's all right.
♪ ♪
[knocks]
- Jason, how you doing? I'm Dr. Charles.
You, uh, got a minute? - Yeah, yeah.
Is Dr. Howard OK?
I swear, I didn't mean to hurt her.
- A little shaken up, but she's fine.
- [sighs] Good.
Yeah, I think I was just like, a little wound up
from the whole crazy riot situation.
- Oh, come on, I'd just be walking around with,
I don't know, pretty elevated baseline level
of, you know, fear.
- I mean, I wouldn't say that, but just maybe
don't sneak up on a prison guard.
- Right, right.
So, um...
are you familiar with the term affective realism?
You ever heard that? - No.
- Fancy term,
but it's the idea that our emotions can shape
our perception of reality, right?
More specifically, that we can come to learn to interpret
the world through the lens of our experience
and our feelings, as opposed to objective reality.
All right? I mean, in your case,
the possibility that maybe these threats
that you experience are just not actually always there.
- I really believed Maxwell had a shiv.
- I know you did.
- It wasn't there, was it?
And all these people that got hurt in the riot,
that's on me.
And if Maxwell dies,
how do I live with myself?
- Dr. Howard just told me
Maxwell is going to make a full recovery.
- Really? - Yep.
But now I want you to look at me, OK?
'Cause I'm going to tell you three really important facts.
One, you're not a bad person.
Two, there is a tremendous amount of help out there.
Three, you don't seek it out,
it's just going to keep on happening, buddy.
- I just don't want to hurt anyone else.
- I know you don't.
[soft dramatic music]
- OK, what's my BP? - 130 over 84.
- It's elevated. - Barely.
You're coming down from a contraction.
- Maybe we should place an A line?
- There's no need.
- That way, we can monitor it beat by beat.
- Hey, hot tip, don't try to be the doctor
and the patient at the same time.
- OK, Vera, my mom died giving birth to me.
- I didn't know that. I'm sorry.
- Aortic stenosis. There's a family history, so...
- Have you ever had an echo that showed stenosis?
- No.
- And your cardiac workup since pregnancy?
- All normal, but--
[groans]
- But fear doesn't care about normal test results.
I get it. - [sighs]
Thanks.
- Hannah, I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you, OK?
I'm too amazing to fail.
I'm going to make sure this is the most boring,
uneventful snoozefest of delivery
you've ever seen, OK?
I'm going to need you to trust me.
Can you do that?
- Yeah, yeah, I can do that.
[knocks]
Dean? - Sorry, it's just me.
Dr. Archer never came up after the PA announcement?
- No, and his phone's turned off.
- Well, I'm sure he was just pulled into another surgery.
Trauma has been slammed. - Yeah, that makes sense.
- Well, you know, my Tara wouldn't wait
for my maternity leave to start either.
So you just focus on getting this little girl out safely.
OK? - I will.
- Jacobson, find out where Dr. Archer
last swiped his badge. His phone's off,
and no one's seen him in over an hour.
Call me the second you get eyes on him.
.
- Dr. Archer's last badge scan was the surgical locker room.
- How long ago was that? - Over two hours.
- [slams door] Chicago PD.
If anyone's inside, make yourself known.
[tense music]
Chicago PD, announce yourself.
♪ ♪
- Go, go, go. - Clear left.
- Clear right. - Bathroom's clear.
But, Ms. Goodwin, there's something here you should see.
♪ ♪
- He would never leave these.
[door buzzes]
- Scott.
I'm Dr. Charles, you said you wanted to see me?
- Yeah, yeah, um, wow.
It's just so nice to finally meet you.
- We met before, have we? Um... - [chuckles]
Kind of-- not in-person,
and you know me by a different name,
but maybe you recognize my voice.
We had a pretty intense conversation,
like, a month ago. I'll never forget it.
[soft dramatic music]
- Gio.
- [exhales sharply] That's me.
♪ ♪
- It's really good to meet you.
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry. - It's all right.
- I thought, um, you know?
- I know. - Oh, Jesus.
What are you doing here in inpatient?
- Well, I came looking for you the day after we talked,
but then you were in surgery.
- But how'd you find me? You only knew my first name.
- Google. - Of course.
- The first guy I talked to was a Dr. Theo Rabari.
And I gotta tell you, he's been great.
- Really?
- He's not much of a talker in our sessions,
but, you know, he listens.
- Wow. Well, OK.
I don't know what to say, except for
you're just a very different guy
than the guy that I talked to on the phone.
- I want to remind you,
the reason I thought I was coming to the hospital
was so I could thank you for saving my life.
- Uh-uh, you did that.
Don't ever forget that. You called me.
- [chuckles]
♪ ♪
- OK, what have we got? - Leo Gilbert, 21.
A bullet grazed his skull in a line straight along his scalp,
hitting his temporal artery. - So sick.
[blood squelches] - Oh.
Leo put an apple on his head at a college rager,
let his girlfriend try to shoot it off.
- Hell of a party trick.
- That's still a thing?
- Yeah, well, everything old is new again.
- I'm feeling no pain.
- Blood alcohol was three times the legal limit.
- Well, that tracks. - Heart rate's rising, 135.
- Yeah, I almost got the bleeding controlled.
Done. - Megan makes me feel so alive.
- You almost died.
- OK, BP's dropping, 94 over 59.
- OK, he's lost a lot of blood.
Let's get two bags of O-neg for a rapid transfusion.
- And go ahead and give two grams of TXA.
- Yeah, on it.
- Leo needs to get himself a new girlfriend
before this one kills him, huh?
- Dr. Lenox, your brother is here.
- Go. I got this.
- You can't steal Doris's food.
- Hey, I was stuck in the parking lot
for the last two hours, waiting for the lockdown
to end. - And why are you here?
- Well, I saw the prison riot on the news,
and I was worried about you.
- Uh-huh, or you were hungry.
- Wow, sorry for caring,
but you're the only family that I have left.
What? Spill it.
- I lied to you last year.
- That's it?
I thought it was going to be more serious than that.
Uh, I lied to you last year too.
Definitely more than once.
- About my GSS Prion test.
It was positive.
[somber music]
- That's not funny, Caty.
- Kip.
♪ ♪
- No, just--
- I didn't want you to worry.
♪ ♪
[objects clattering]
- Whoa. - Hey, hey!
- No, it's OK, it's OK. He's my brother.
- Just get away from me. - Stop, stop.
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
- [sobbing]
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on here?
- Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, just do as he says.
♪ ♪
.
- Listen, whatever harm you intend to do to this young man,
I'm telling you, there is no point.
- Well, you need to shut your mouth
before I lose patience with you.
You need to wake him up.
- I can't. - Why not?
- Isaac was brought in and developed
a devastating head injury.
Once the blood around his brain was evacuated,
we discovered he had an aneurysm
which had started to bleed,
but his brain was too swollen to fix it during that surgery.
- No, I just saw him downstairs when they brought me in.
This smart ass was making jokes.
- Brain swelling often occurs after surgery.
- Wake him up so I can get him out of here.
- That's our point. Isaac isn't waking up.
And he's been off sedation for some time.
That's why I'm in the middle of doing an apnea test.
- What is that?
- It's how we confirm brain death.
We disconnect the ventilator. We watch for breathing.
If the patient is unable to breathe on their own
within ten minutes, confirms he's dead.
[vitals monitors beeping]
- And how long has it been?
- Nine minutes. - Get back.
Isaac, it's me.
You gotta breathe, man.
All right, we gotta get out of here,
so we can live the life we said we were
going to live when we escaped.
Isaac, this is our chance.
My sister, she's got an old Honda Accord.
It's just sitting in the garage.
It's been there for 20 years. Nobody even knows it's there.
We can take it and drive it into the woods.
[chuckles]
You always bragged about being an Eagle Scout.
This is our chance to live off the grid.
Huh? Nobody will find us.
Isaac?
[somber music]
How long has it been?
♪ ♪
- 11 minutes.
- So he's um...
- We'll need to do a blood gas to confirm,
but it looks that way, yes.
♪ ♪
- [sniffles] [sighs]
♪ ♪
The only good thing-- No!
- Get down. - Get behind his back.
♪ ♪
- That's it.
♪ ♪
- So I assume you are dropping the bomb at the board meeting.
- Bomb? What bomb?
What bomb are you talking about, Theo?
- Where you threatened to expose my sociopathy
unless I agree to go quietly?
- Disclosing private health information?
That's a pretty glaring HIPAA violation, isn't it?
- Well, sure it is.
But sensitive information has a way of leaking anonymously.
What other choice do you have?
- No, Theo, I will not be doing that.
OK, Forget HIPAA,
it would violate pretty much everything
I've stood for my entire career, OK?
And not to mention destroy yours.
- So, wait, you're--
you're backing down? - [exhales sharply]
Theo, I built this department from the ground up.
OK, I did. Me.
It's my life's work.
So hell no, I won't be backing down from anything.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I'm here. - Dean?
- Hallelujah, baby daddy finally showed.
- Where were you? - Held up.
- Well, you better have been in mortal peril.
- [sighs] - Wait.
Were you in mortal peril? - Funny story for later.
- What? - You ready to push, girl?
- OK. [groans]
- [coughs] Celeste?
[coughs] Celeste.
- Hey, Dad,
I, uh--
I sent mom home to get some rest,
but she'll be back soon, OK?
- You came.
- Yeah, I'm here now, Dad.
[somber music]
- Forgive me.
- I do.
I forgive you.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- Hey.
- [gasps softly]
- It's all right. It's OK.
- She's crowning. I can see the head.
- Ah, finally.
- OK, Hannah, I need you to focus.
OK, look at me.
You need to give me one more big push, OK?
You got this. - Screw you, Vera!
Screw you.
- Don't hate the OB. Hate the game.
- OK, OK.
[groans]
- Can you still hear me, Dad?
- Short.
It's so short.
- I know.
I just want you to know
that it's OK to let go, all right?
You don't have to fight anymore.
♪ ♪
[sobs]
You're OK.
[whimpers]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- All right, this is it. Here she comes.
[baby cries]
- There we go.
- Is she OK? - Oh, Hannah.
She's beautiful. She's beautiful.
- Oh. - Congratulations, Mom.
You have a baby girl.
[baby cries]
Wow, listen to the pipes on her, man.
- Oh, well, hello there, Mabel.
- Mabel? Who's that after?
- It's not after anyone.
She just looks like a Mabel.
- Welcome to the world, Mabel.
- Welcome to the world.
[bright music]
♪ ♪
.
- You wouldn't happen to have an extra airsickness bag
on you, would you? - Relax, Danny.
We got this.
[chuckles] What's going on?
Where's the board? - The meeting's been canceled.
- Until when? - Permanently.
- I don't understand. Why?
- Dr. Rabari has elected to remove himself
from consideration.
So I would like Dr. Charles to reassume
his position as Gaffney's Chief of Psychiatry,
effective immediately.
- Did Dr. Rabari give any reason for his decision?
- It was personal, and I supported him.
It's probably for the best though.
We need to maintain consistency at the top
in light of the impending high profile turnover.
- What impending high profile turnover?
- Ms. Goodwin is leaving Gaffney.
- [chuckles] Excuse me?
- You leaked Dr. Rabari's personal medical files to me.
- Oh, Miranda, you don't know what you're talking about.
You can't fire me without the board's approval.
- I'm giving you the opportunity
to avoid the very public embarrassment of disclosing
your actions to the board and the inevitable
vote to terminate you.
[tense music]
- Wow.
- I want your resignation on my desk within an hour.
- You know, Miranda, I don't frighten easy,
but if you want a fight, you got one.
I promise you that.
- One hour.
- [chuckles] I'll be damned.
- Sharon, please tell me you did not leak
Theo's files to save my job.
- Daniel, you know me better than anybody,
but right now, the less I say, the better.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- What happened with Kip?
I heard you had a huge blow up.
- Yeah, I finally told him.
- I see. - Mm-hmm.
It's time to settle up in the honesty department, I guess.
But it's easier to be the sick person.
That's what my brother taught me today.
- Are you OK?
- [sighs] No.
And speaking of honesty,
I would like to offer you a guilt-free breakup,
um, just clean, no drama.
- Well, I reject your offer.
- I'm going to die, Mitch.
- Yeah, sometime in the next 20 years.
Anyone could.
- I'm not going to ask you to run out the clock
with me and-- and take care of me.
It's not fair to you.
♪ ♪
- I would rather have one more day
with you than a lifetime with someone else.
- Did you read that in a book of love poems or something?
- [chuckles]
No, I just say what I mean,
and I can't pretend I'm not in love with you.
- God, you're just, ugh, so corny.
It makes it really easy to not cry.
- Liar.
- Theo.
Hey, look, it's really important to me
that you understand that I had absolutely nothing
to do with leaking your file. OK?
- I know that, Dan.
And not for nothing, I want you to know
that I did not twist your fMRI results.
I was asked to look at them.
And in no uncertain terms, I told them
that they were inconclusive,
which is often the case with this technology at this stage.
- Well, I appreciate you telling me that.
I do, but I'm just curious,
why didn't you ever tell me about Gio--
I mean, Scott?
- Honestly, I just wanted to prove
to myself that I could do the talk therapy aspect of the job.
Halfway through our first session,
I realized I was in over my head with Scott.
I didn't know what to say,
so I said very little.
- Yeah, but you listened.
I mean, he told me how important that was to him.
- I hope that's true.
Dan, I'm going to be OK.
[siren blaring distantly]
[baby fussing]
- I keep thinking she's going to conk out,
but she just wants to take in everything around her.
- Well, whatever Mabel wants, Mabel gets.
- OK, horrible parenting strategy.
- That's one I will never apologize for.
- Here we are with our daughter.
Who would have ever imagined that?
[laughter]
- It's hard to believe. Yeah.
- It's huge. - It's huge.
Wait a second.
Why does it surprise you?
- Well, I've delivered countless babies,
and it's not to say that all of them
aren't life changing or special experiences, but--
- This one's yours.
- Yeah. - It changes everything.
[baby cries]
- Hey, what was it you wanted to tell me earlier?
- Ah, it can wait.
- There's no time like the present.
- I love you, Hannah.
And I have for a long time
before our girl,
before the Crunch Berries, long before.
And I wish I could pinpoint a moment,
but if I'm being honest, it wasn't just one moment.
It was...
thousands of moments,
which revealed to me what I feel for you...
What I've always felt.
- Look, I, um--
my brain had already hit maximum overload,
just the pregnancy and work, the nightmares,
just my general overall anxiety.
I--
I couldn't really process it.
But thank you for telling me now.
- Listen, you know,
I don't expect anything from you,
so...
[Luke Spiller's "When I Die Will I Miss Living"]
[bright acoustic music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ When I die, will I miss living? ♪
♪ Will my body lie there jealous? ♪
♪ While flowers bloom above my bones ♪
♪ And spring begins to sing ♪
♪ When I die, will I miss dancing? ♪
♪ Will my soul look on with envy? ♪
♪ While June recites its shortest night ♪
♪ And summer's in full swing ♪
- James.
- ♪ All those things ♪
♪ Every day brings that passes by headlong ♪
♪ When I die, will I miss living? ♪
- You know, Mom,
I used to think that I didn't love him.
- ♪ When I die, will I miss trouble? ♪
- I didn't think I could love either of you anymore,
but...
you know, the truth is, I...
I never stopped, Mom.
- ♪ When I die, will I miss the Mondays? ♪
♪ Will I long for one more ♪
- Oh.
- ♪ Or the morning rush to catch the bus ♪
♪ I did a thousand times ♪
♪ Working nights, red traffic lights ♪
♪ Those weeks that felt so long ♪
♪ When I die, will I miss living ♪
♪ When I'm gone? ♪
Hey!
♪ When I'm, when I'm gone ♪
♪ ♪
♪ When I'm gone ♪
[wolf howls]