The day after Devils Night in the local doctor's office in New Orleans.

 

Doctor: I'm sorry Jackman but there is nothing we can do unless you opt for surgery. I’ll give you some time to think about.

 

Jackman sitting there with a disgusted look on his face begins to break into laughter.

 

Jackman: Are you kidding me. After my huge win against B17 and now I hurt my leg. That is how life goes I guess.

He begins to shake his head and hollers for the doctor to come in.

Doctor: what did you decide. Now, remember surgery will put you out of action for 6 months. I recommended it or it's only going to get worse.

 

Jackman: You have a brace I can use?

 

Doctor: A brace? A brace won't do anything for you.

 

Jackman stands up in the face of the doctor

 

Jackman: listen I have people that will do whatever I want to know. They have some strange fantasies and to be honest between me and you I kinda like them. They will do what I want, so again do you have a brace and if you do give it to me. I am running late I need to be at the tailor in an hour.

 

Doctor: Yes sir, sorry sir.

 

The doctor rushes to get Jackman a knee brace.

Seems we were both in a hospital/doctor's office... I like it

hmmm. Interesting you are not wrong. I wonder if that's a sign.