THE CHICAGO OFFICE OF Psychologist DR. ROBERT HARTLEY, (Bob Newhart), June, 1996.

Bob: Sure, Carol. Put him through. ( Picks up phone)  Mister-Mister Macleod? Yes, we spoke earlier. You had said you were  worried about your sanity? Oh-you're not worried anymore. Well, you must be relieved. You're not relieved. Well, yes, you  told me about your young friend, Mr. Ryan-and...Well, Duncan, I'd have to say you really shouldn't have done that. Is he  alright?...No, well, yeah, I guess decapitation is prettttty final, now that I think about it. Um, Duncan, not to pry, but why  exactly did-er, you do this to Richie?...I see..Well, I've often mistaken my friend Jerry for a Babylonian Demon, so I guess you  have...Hmm, well, I suppose being a Champion Of Light could put you in that position, but I really think you clear up this  whole "I killed Richie" thing before you move on..A mountain retreat is a good idea...No, I suppose they couldn't get to you if  its Holy Ground, just watch your step ( Laughs out loud ) No, uh, Duncan, I was just trying to lighten the mood. Is it  Armageddon? Well, I'm sure glad a fine fella like yourself is...Mm-hm. Okay, well, at times, Duncan, we all feel like we're 400 years old-or 5000, no, just-just tell Dr. Pierson hi for me....Is that construction work? Oh, your sword is clanging on someone else's. Someone who's moved in on you in your weakened state-jeez, I know how that is-just last Christmas, both sets of in-laws showed up and..Oh, you're the individual fighting with Duncan, hi, Bob Hartley here...Is that so? Well, I suppose  William The Conqueror WAS a glory-hog, if he did that..Could you put Duncan back on? Oh, I see. Well, just quickly before you finish him, then...Well,  Mr.---Koeranthos, is it? Saturday at 6PM would be good for me. I have a group...Duncan? You say I should not expect Koeranthos this Saturday. Should I reschedule? No, I guess that really is a moot point. Well, you go off to Tibet...Well, Duncan, if these people are watching you, you should tell them to stop..Oh, they're your friends and its their sworn duty. Not much luck getting through that, then...Well, no Duncan, Emily and I don't really go in for gatherings ( Knocks on the desk) Oh, wouldja know it, I've gotta go...Ok, you call me when that demon is banished...Bye,now.

( Shakes his head ). Carol, send in whomever's next. ( A eternally pert young woman walks in )

Mary: Hi, Dr. Hartley, I'm Mary Richards of WJM News...(Pulls out her sword) And I'm here for your head!

Bob : ( Pulls out his own sword ) My head, Mary Richards? I-I don't think SO!

Mary : Neither did Rhoda or Phyllis!

Bob : What about Ted?

Mary: ( Shaking her sword)  Oh, Bob. Like anyone actually wants Ted Baxter's head! The battle begins. A few minutes later, the Quickening. Mary emerges. In the end, only one can make it after all.