Eric stands in Whitebread General Hospital's most bustling corridor, talking to the nosey redhead nurse. Nurse Redhead plotzes when she finds out that Barry "told" her he had knocked up Sarah before he told his own dad. Hey, what better way to spread news than tell a big fat gossip who works in a crowded hallway? Eric sees the man he thinks is Chandler's father and goes to talk to him, but Nurse Redhead (of course) tells him that he isn't Chandler's father after all, but "the man Mr. Hampton insists on sharing a room with." Mr. Hampton is a "big, scary guy; everyone in the hospital knows who Mr. Hampton is." Everyone except Eric. His face? Shocked. Shocked, I tells you. He's powerful shocked.
Credits. Seeeaa-venth heaven! When I see their happy faces, smilin' back at me...seeeaa-venth heaven! Where can you goooooo! When the world don't treat you right? The answer is hoooome! Mmmm! Seeeaa-venth heaven! Woof!
CamPound. Lucy stares into the mirror, exhaling loudly and pressing her hands on her abdomen. Wow, Lucy has no hips at all. I like her low-rise black jeans. Do they make them for adult women, too? I only ever see them in blue. She takes a pillow from the bed and stuffs it under her t-shirt, them jumps a mile when the KevBot T-2000 comes up the stairs. He says he knows she needs some time alone, but if something's wrong, she should talk to him. She says everything's fine, but her crestfallen face says she should never play poker. No, wait; she should play poker. I'll win those cute jeans from her in no time. She repeats that she just needs some time alone; maybe "some time alone outside." She runs down the stairs. What an idiot.
Annie's on the phone. That's three phone conversations already. I'm fully keeping track. When you see someone on the phone in SevHev, drink. Okay? She calls Sarah's mom and says she wants to talk, and call her! Then she says to SamVid, who are stuffing their faces with food pellets, that she doesn't know if she did the right thing. They say, "You always do the wight thing. You'we the mooo-mmy!" Oh, barf. Annie hugs one of them close to her, and says she "may be the grandmommy." The kid trapped in her embrace very slightly leans away from her. Then we get a close-up of the other one shoving a Soylent Tater Tot in its maw. God, I hate this show.
Woo, catfight! Or rather, the SevHev equivalent of a catfight. More like a catnap. Make that a catnap without the cuteness factor. Lucy, having her outside alone time, is interrupted by Cecilia, who's mad. Mad that her boyfriend is taking Xtina to the prom she didn't want to go to in the first place. Lucy insists that it "isn't a date." No, it's prom. Prom is a bigger deal than a date. The big-deal factor is the very reason Cecilia didn't want to bother. And now she's all stompy and yelly and pouty, and Lucy wants her to hash it out with the harlot Xtina herself. Woo, catfight! Let's hope.