Wilson rolled his eyes and turned around to face the blowhard doctor.
"Look, this really isn't a prank. Really. I thought it was when I got here too. My best friend is the kind who likes to drug me when I'm not suspecting it, so I know how you feel. But it's real. I've had people come in here and deciding they have a head injury as an explanation, but it's just not true. We're really here. You'll get used to it, make new friends, get wrapped in work like before and only occasionally notice the difference. It's when the City takes matters into its own hands that you really miss home. The rest of the time?"
He patted the lost man on the shoulder, empathizing as he did best.
"The rest of the time, you make do. I'm sure you have a place at the hospital as long as you want it, and you can always come take it out on me. I'm the Dean of Medicine, I'm everyone's punching bag anyways. Now, how about we get you some pants and you can tell me where you came from over a Scotch?"