[FREEZE FRAME]
JD (internally): You might be wondering how I was able to wrangle the hospital into backing my award-winning screenplay. You're right, I haven't. Finding someone to play my nemesis has proven harder than I thought...
[CUT TO DR. COX] Dr. Cox: Now listen here, Bella. I will only say this once: I will neeheheheeever be any part of your misguided foray into angsty necrophilia. The last thing I need is some creep lurking around in the morgue.
Doug: Hi, Dr. Cox. These are the autopsy reports you wanted.
Dr. Cox: By Sweet Mary, and there he is... (rubs temples)
[CUT TO KELSO] Dr. Kelso: (guffaws) HAHAHA! Listen here, sport. If I wanted to subject myself to hours of torture, I might as well go home and talk to my wife! But I encourage your forays into gay porn. You remind me a lot of my son...
[CUT TO PRESENT] JD (confused): Who wrote himself in as "Mr. Helsing?" And how did he get a hold of my script?
[JD feels a sudden chill crawl upon him as the lights in the hospital go dark. He senses a malevolent presence nearby, and squints to gaze upon a dark figure at the end of the hall. The silence is pierced by the sharp jingling of keys]
JD:...Janitor.