Your medical studies are your whole life. You are a fairly discreet but really studious intern. But your studies are so much your life that succeeding in them is your only goal. All your money goes there.

This evening you go down to the underground parking lot, thinking you will be alone at the end of your work day. You open the trunk, push the mess a little to take off your medical coat and stuff it in, and go to open the driver's door.

You don't notice that Callie, your attending, is behind you, going to her own car. You grab the pillow lying on your seat and the blanket rolled into a ball, throwing them carelessly on the back seat, before closing your door.