Sue White sighs with nostalgia as she gazes at the horse whip.

'Such a good night,' she mumbles, stroking the leather against her cheek. 'Giddy up, donkey boy. Giddy up.'

Her wistful thoughts are interrupted by a stunned looking Statham bursting through the office door.

'Oh for christ's sake, what is it?' she snaps, shoving the whip into a drawer and slamming it shut.

Statham stands at her desk, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. There is a faint squeaking, as though he is attempting to speak, but no words form on the frantic man's tongue.

'Look, you great gibbering excuse for a man, either tell Sue your problem, or fuck off!'

Statham adjusts his tie and finally manages to find his words. 'B-b-b-Boy…Boyce!' he stammers, one finger pointing skyward in accusation.

Sue stands and prowls towards Statham, eyes narrow and hands poised like talons. She stops before him and crosses her thin arms. 'And just what has that charming young lad been up to, Dr Statham?' she purrs, her voice dangerous. 'Surely you're not suggesting you can't control a couple of ragamuffin interns?'

Statham's already furious face turns a concerning shade of red as he struggles once again with the act of conversation. 'You…you bloody! Boyce! I want him….I want him ou-ou-out!' And, without further explanation, he turns and storms from the office as abruptly as he had arrived.

Sue returns to her seat, cackling quietly. 'Another gold star for Mr Boyce, I think.'

Down at the doctors' mess, Caroline sits at the table, concetrating.

'Eeny meeny miny …no. Eeny meeny…ohhh sod it…'

'What's all the swearing about?' says Guy as he slumps down next to an evidently agitated Caroline. 'Is your thong giving you grief?' A sudden pang of buried memory as the words 'mother' and 'edam' spring to his mind. Caroline rescues him from the nightmarish recollection with a less than heartfelt slap.

'No Guy. I'm trying to make an important decision here,' she continues.

'So you're using eeny meeny…?'

Caroline blushes but continues to look affronted. 'I'm trying to figure out what to have for lunch.'

Guy chuckles. 'Oh yeah, definitely a vital decision. What are the options?'

Caroline motions towards two large blocks of chocolate on the table in front of them.

'Nice to see you're setting an example by going with the healthy option,' Guy quips, ducking as she aims another blow at him.

'It's treat day today,' she explains. 'I've been good all week, haven't even looked at a man or had any impure thoughts.'

'Oh Caroline, you're a terrible liar,' says Guy, sliding an arm around her shoulder. 'What about that dream you had?'

'Dream?'

'You know, the one with me and the pineapple and the horsewhip?'

'Guy,' she says, lowering her voice. 'Wasn't that your dream?'

Guy's face drops. He'd forgotten how he'd drunkenly told Caroline all about it earlier in the week. He prays that the name Sue hasn't been mentioned.

'Dream? More like nightmare,' he mutters. 'Anyway, what are my choices?'

'I've got white chocolate or dark chocolate. I ate the black forest one last night,' she admits guiltily.

'Well that's a simple choice. White,' says Guy, as though putting an end to the matter.

'Why?'

'What?'

'Why do you choose that one and not the dark?' persists Caroline. 'What's the matter with the dark chocolate?'

Guy's brow creases with thought. 'I'm not a racist,' he says.

'I never said you were...'

'Good, just clearing that up. Um, white chocolate. It's obviously the superior choice. Dark is so bitter and...shit.'

'Elegantly put,' Caroline smiles.

Down the hall, in the Complimentary Therapy office, Lyndon has his first appointment.

'Right,' says Jake, perched on his chair like a tall owl. 'What can I do for you?'

Lyndon shakes his head sadly. 'I'm not sure you can do anything. I'm not sure I should even be asking.'

Jake leans forward, clasping his hands at his chin. 'Well it's worth a try, don't you think?'

Sighing, Lyndon recalls the sad events of the previous week. 'Mate, I don't even know where to start. She left me. Harriet. But she's a married woman, so technically...'

'Technically? Is this a technical matter?'

'Well, no. Not really.'

'So let's forget technically,' soothes Jake. Technically he wasn't a psychiatrist either, but since their night in the bar he and Lyndon had been each other's secret keepers. That and they warned each other when Joanna was on the prowl. So Jake was determined to do what he could to drag Lyndon out of the miserable slump he was now in. 'Tell me about Harriet.'

Lyndon is silent for a minute, a small smile playing about his face as he considers her. 'She's so...she's so kind. So generous,' he begins, taking his time to make sure the words are apt. 'She has this way of speaking that just...and her laugh. She is just so refreshing. I don't understand why she's with him – her husband.'

Jake listens, pensive. He knows that it's going to take some alternative thinking to sort this one out. He was going to call in a favour from the lovely Doctor Todd.

Caroline was, meanwhile, still sitting at the mess table, tentatively pointing a finger alternately at each block. Guy had grown tired of her continued indecision and followed a rather attractive intern as she went off on her rounds with sights to add another tick on his list of staff. Caroline was unimpressed, but determined to make a decision before three o'clock came around.

'Eeny meeny miny moe! No, moe! Ohhhhh!'

'Why don't you try ip dip?' interrupts Mac, appearing through the door and swinging himself elegantly over the back of a nearby chair, landing gracefully beside an increasingly frazzled Caroline.

'Which one would you pick?' she asks, pointing out the arduous choice between dark and white chocolate.

He barely considers his options before he gives his answer. 'Easy. Dark. No competition.'

'That was far too simple,' says Caroline, studying the smirk on his face. 'Why dark? I mean, why not the sweeter, simpler option?'

'There's a lot to be said for sweet and simple, granted. But only in small amounts. I've seen the way you eat chocolate –' Caroline glares at him warningly ' – and I think if you're making that sort of commitment to a block of chocolate, you should go for the one that has more substance, the one that provides more satisfaction.'

'Are we still talking about chocolate here?' asks Caroline, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

'Of course,' Mac grins.