“And just like that, we were all back. The gang, the ghosts, and the gurneys.”
“Why is it so dusty? I have dust allergies. My nose is going to swell up and look like a little potato.”
He imagines one final fantasy: the entire cast—dead and alive, past and future—standing in the entrance, waving. Laverne. Ben. Nurse Roberts. Even Kelso’s dog, Baxter.
“I’m not going to cry.”
The bulldozer crunches the first wall. J.D. smiles.
Carla walks in, followed by Elliot, who is nervously adjusting her ponytail.