*A tall, burly man in a suit is pushing another man in a wheelchair. They are leaving the office of Charles Anderson and heading down the hallway when they're spotted by Dr. Adams. Adams drops his clipboard and stares a hole into the man in the wheelchair.*

Adams: I was sure I smelled sulfur. What the hell are you doing here? Let me guess. You heard I found a way to be happy and that pissed you off, so you've come to take that away, too. Are you threatening legal action against Anderson so he'll fire me? No, you're bribing him, aren't you? You underhanded son of a bitch.

*Adams takes off his coat, throws it on the floor and starts rolling up his sleeves as he marches towards his sworn enemy.*

Adams: Give me one reason why I shouldn't end you right here and now, Loki.

*The well-dressed thug moves in front of the wheelchair, cracking his knuckles. He produces a lead pipe from inside his coat. Adams stops in his tracks.*

Loki: I don't go by Loki anymore, Adams. Loki died the day you stole my ability to walk.

Adams: If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. I'm sorry about what I've done to you. If I'd known how vindictive you really are... if I'd known you'd go to such lengths to rob me of my livelihood, I wouldn't have helped you at all. I paid your medical bills. I paid for your physical therapy. I made sure every doctor in Canada did their damndest to make you walk again. Now you're here, again, trying to take from me my newest attempt to make my life make sense.

Loki: Oh, and spending some of your small fortune on my account was a huge sacrifice, huh? I'M IN A FUCKING WHEELCHAIR! I'll be here the rest of my life!

*Loki tries to compose himself.*

Loki: You robbed me of my livelihood as well, Adams. I'm only here to make sure you suffer properly.

*Loki nods to his wing man and they begin to head for the exit.*

Loki: See you soon.

*Adams stands alone fuming, and then in deep thought. He picks up his clipboard and heads back to his office.*