It has been a total of three weeks since Ted Zbronak's passing. Everyone is still grieving and coping with it. Dorothy, in particular, has tried to move on, but she has started to drink a glass of wine per week and started going to grief counseling as a preventative measure. Rose and the Doctor were sitting at the kitchen table, talking about Dorothy's wine usage.
"I hope Dorothy doesn't become an alcoholic," said Rose, very nervously, "I know she was close with Ted, but I think she needs to move on. However, I'm glad she's getting the help she needs."
"She probably won't," The Doctor replied, "She became aware that her one glass of wine per week might become a problem later on and she is trying to prevent that from happening."
When Dorothy got home, she grabbed the wine bottle and threw it in the garbage can.
"Rose, you were right about the weekly glass of wine thing," Dorothy said, "I am grateful that you pointed out how that might become problematic later."
"Thanks, Dorothy," Rose replied.
Blanche entered the room with a letter.
"Girls and Doctor, the mail's here," she said.
"What did you get?" Rose asked.
"It's a thank you note for the flowers and the sympathy cards," she replied. Given what had happened three weeks earlier, sarcasm wasn't exactly back on the menu. Especially after Sophia's "yutz" comment that almost landed her back in Shady Pines.
"That's excellent," Dorothy responded.
Sophia entered the room.
"Doctor, do you know what the medical term for high blood pressure is?" Sophia asked.
"I'm not that kind of doctor," he responded, "The only thing I specialize in is operating TARDISes and that's it."
After all was said and done, they all moved on from grieving over Ted and before you know it, it was back to normal. The End.