Meanwhile, Chip is counseling Cassandra to beware the Doctor. "Dangerous and clever," she calls him. "I might need a mind like his. The Sisterhood is up to something. Remember that Old Earth saying? Never trust a nun; never trust a nurse; and never trust a cat." I don't...know that saying, but I'm down with it. Add "party promoters" and "standup comedians" and I think you're close to a working algorithm for life. Chip hands Cassandra a bottle of perfume, and she jams it down Rose's dÃ©colletage, and then takes off.
Sister Jatt and Matron Casp pass glowing green doors in "Intensive Care," which also seems to be known as "The Matrix." Jatt's all, "It was having a perfectly normal blood-wash, and all of a sudden, it started crying! It's this one." She points at one of the millions of pods that runs around "Intensive Care," on a million levels; diseased hands reach out to the cats, begging and moaning. "Look at its eyes," says Jatt. "So alive." Casp is like, "Positively sparkling!" The patient asks where he is; Casp marvels at his speaking at all: "How can it even have a vocabulary?" Jatt tells her that "Sister Corvin's written a thesis on the migration of sentience -- she calls it 'The Echo of Life.' It's well worth a read." They continue to chat; he continues to beg for help. Eventually, Casp is like, "Gross." They shut the door and walk away -- "if this happens again, we might have to review our brain stem policy" -- and Casp dismisses and then incinerates the poor dude. He screams horribly; probably smells worse but there is no Smellovision in our here and now.