He receives so much mail he can’t quite keep up with it all but what envelopes he hasn’t yet opened he carries with him for the right “down” moment. His secretary opens some of it of course but he knows from the look of it if it would be something she could understand. And so he’s been bustling about for days, bustling through wards of dying people sometimes, dying from some mysterious new disease that he feels helpless to treat. He remarks to his partner in the practice that they’re “dropping off like flies” these victims in these nameless wards, until he has a moment while waiting at an elevator to rip into the next envelope and lo and behold it’s news of a recently discovered cure for the no longer mysterious disease that might have saved how many no longer existing patients, had he only had time to open the blasted envelope. It has to be the fault of a healthcare system that keeps him so busy in the first place!