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 décolletage, 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.