Back to the room in which we opened. The camera apparently hasn't moved, and Mark gets back into bed. Fortunately, the door glides shut and blocks out the light before we get another eyeful of Mark's...uh, pantsful. He moans a little. The door opens. Lydia wakes him up to ask if she can give a Mrs. Williston some Demerol. He says yes. She leaves. The door opens again. It's 6:30. Mark puts on his glasses and checks his watch. Mark, do you really think Lydia doesn't have anything better to do than fuck with you? Just get up.

The ER -- which was mostly dead at 5 AM -- is now bustling with activity: ringing phones, doctors and orderlies with charts, announcements on the PA, yada. Susan "Forbidden Fruit" Lewis strides past the camera toward Reception, greeting some dreadlocked dude she calls Timmy but who I totally don't recognize. The actor playing him must be the nobody director's cousin or something, because they waste a precious five seconds of screen time making him call Susan back and hand her a chart. What? Whatever.