I like to think of Rex Morgan as a guy who bumbles through life, often the unwitting straight man, and definitely the guy who graduated #81 in his medical school class of eighty.
Then again, a lot of other people think of him as a smug, arrogant S.O.B. (you know, a doctor). And sometimes, the word balloons just prove them right. So here we are, still wondering how his old patient Foster died. Questions were asked, accusations made, dead bodies (well, one dead body) lying all over the place, and no sign of Dr. Andy Reed, aka, COUNT MORGU, Coroner and VAMPIRE!
Yeah, Rex, I guess you are a dick…
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