The doors slams shut on a heavily sedated Hawkeye, as BJ turns to look at the man responsible for the theft of his best friend.
"I'll return him better than new." Sidney smiles reassuringly. "Last night was the worst of it, I think. And the Officer's Club?"
BJ glances at the building, the jeep parked halfway through it's south wall, nodding. "Bring him back whole, will you Sidney?"
"I'll do my best."
"And go easy on the inkblots, he hates those." BJ fights to smile, and looks away, refusing to watch as Hawkeye is driven off to an awaiting straightjacket.