As soon as he does, Chloe gets up and climbs the steps to what's about to be her office, then knocks on what's about to be her door. Hastings' call is over as well, and he tells her it's okay. Chloe in turn says it's not fair to put the blame on him, but he bravely points out, "Everything that happens here is my responsibility. The successes and the failures." And now they'll be Chloe's, although he doesn't say that part. "I recruited Dana Walsh into this agency. I let the snake into the garden." Flowery, aren't we? Hastings says they should start going over protocols, and says they shouldn't waste any time. Which could either mean "let's get right to it" or "please don't argue with me about every little damn thing while we're doing this."
Kiefer and Walker are now at his apartment, and she asks if he lived there long. "No, just during my recovery," he says, whatever that means. Wouldn't that pretty much mean most of the time since they last saw each other? And let's not even get into the question of what he's been doing for money this whole time, because the Chelsea Hotel can't be cheap, unless he's getting the $24 room rate promotion I heard they launched once they realized they were putting up Jack Bauer. He heads into the kitchen to make some coffee, and she takes off her jacket and starts looking around at 8:21:06. She lets her hair down and notices a picture of Kiefer's granddaughter on the shelf, and asks her name. "Teri," Kiefer says. "Kim named her after her mom." Walker's like, awkward. She turns around to let Kiefer off the hook for anything he might have said to her during the stresses of the day. Kiefer looks surprised, then comes over and shuts her up by kissing her. And then he hoists her up and carries her to the bedroom. Stop talking, woman!