While in the hospital recovering from a tonsillectomy, Shawn’s roommate rouses him, frantic over a murder he claims to have witnessed in the alley below their window.  After an investigation reveals nothing, Shawn is forced to croak those dreaded words: no body, no crime.  If only it was that easy.  If only the real life Gaylord Focker wasn’t his nurse and wasn’t making his hospital stay a living hell.  If only he could leave the hospital without losing more than his tonsils.