Speaking of Starbot, here she is, making her way up a long staircase. She passes a sign advertising visiting hours, then she enters a room where a guy is sewing the skin on his own arm with a needle. I would have fainted instantly upon seeing this, quite frankly. "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned," says Starbot with an evil smile as she stands in the doorway. With a French accent (I believe), Sewing Arm asks her whether she killed the doctor. She tells him it was "like a ride at Disneyland." He asks which ride, and she sadly admits she's never really been there. He promises to take her, saying she'll love it because it's all fat people. Okay, somebody in the writers' room didn't grasp when the Disneyland thing should have been over. Starbot blankly asks if Sewing Arm misses "the way things were," and he says he would, if he remembered. He walks over to Starbot, puts his arms around her waist, and nuzzles his nose beside her cheek. "Do I remind you of her?" Starbot asks quietly. "Your skin," he says. (Or really, "your zkin.") "Tell me you love me," she whispers to him. But instead of waiting for an answer (such as being shot in the face), Starbot slams him against the wall and they start kissing like they're going for the full-on head swallow. Clothes are removed, and then...

We rejoin Jaime's twitchy lids. She's lying in her hospital bed, starting to open her eyes and move her lips a bit. Professor Dorkus comes over and tenderly touches her head. She asks what happened, and he tells her "there was an accident." He tells her she's all right, despite the giant bandage over one of her eyes. She asks about the baby and discerns from his expression that the baby didn't make it. Professor Dorkus tells her there's nothing permanent; she can get pregnant again. He doesn't mention, of course, that her next baby will be a Transformer. She asks why she can't feel her legs, and Professor Dorkus admits that there's sort of a little something he should probably tell her. Hey, it's never easy to deliver the news that you made your girlfriend part-robot. He tells her that both legs, one arm, an ear, and an eye have been replaced. She also has "anthrocytes," which he calls "molecular machines," which have been swapped out with some of her blood cells to make the healing process go faster. That's...convenient, and avoids a lot of bruising work (literally) over in the makeup department. Jaime looks down at her arm, and it turns out that the anthrocytes make her arm light up like a pinball machine, so she can look at her bones and sinew and stuff. He shows her a mirror to prove that her face has healed completely in spite of her "bone-deep" cuts (ew), thanks to the speedy 'cytes. In fact, he takes off the bandage, and her eye is just fine, and it's also blue to match the other one. Good one, NBC marketing department, which spent the last several months telling me that her bionic eye would be green, not that I thought it was terribly believable that they'd have bionic government-manufactured eyes, but they'd only come in one color, making them less sophisticated than contact lenses advertised in Woman's Day.