"I'm g-g-g-going to head h-home for the d-day- wh-when Felicity c-comes in, I've left my notes on the d-desk in the morgue office- b-but we've only g-got a couple o-overnight stays until the f-funeral home g-gets in touch." Doc is already prepping to head home, leaned in the doorway of the police station as he pats himself down for keys to his house and his wallet- cellphone held aside as he checks the time. "I-If anybody n-needs anything I'll k-keep the walkie on, but I'm o-off the n-next f-few days. T-take care of yourselves e-everyone!" There's a few 'night Doc's!' that follow him out the door and onto the sidewalk-
Just in time for somebody rushing by to nearly take out the coroner, staggering the doctor and sending his phone sailing across the parking lot. He winces at the sound of impact. "Oh. that sounded expensive. a-and p-probably unrepairable." He frowns, turning to the person who'd plowed into him. "A-a-are you okay? R-running from something? Someone? Sh-should we both be running?"