Twenty minutes of shoe leather as Mark makes his way to the cafeteria.
Waiting in the cafeteria are Vulcan Jen and Original Rachel, who looks like a little tiny baby. Jen looks harried, Rachel looks neglected -- business as usual, in other words. Mark passive-aggressively disparages Jen's choice of breakfast for Rachel (grilled cheese sandwich -- and what's the problem with that? Shut up, Mark), and Jen passive-aggressively informs Mark that he's late. Mark starts making excuses about the trauma that came in, and ExpoRachel interrupts to tell Mark that Jen is reading about "tarts." Yeah right. If she were, that might make her a tiny bit interesting -- well, if they were "tarts" in the "and vicars" sense. "Torts," ExpoJen smilingly corrects her, before asking whether Mark is getting any sleep. Mark lies that he's okay. Jen tells him he looks tired; Rachel agrees. Mark takes the rest of her sandwich. Damn, that looks good. Jen exposits some more, to the effect that Dr. Harris's office called to confirm Mark's meeting. Around a mouthful of sandwich, Mark regretfully says, "Oh, geez. That's today." "You can still go, right?" Jen asks, looking like she's preparing to be pissed off. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess," Mark replies, unconvincingly. "You're not going to forget, or get too busy?" Jen needles. Yes, maybe he'll "forget" so much that he'll "accidentally" make an appointment with a lawyer to start the process of divorcing his annoying, naggy-ass wife instead. Mark curtly tells Jen he'll go. Jen grins. Mark asks what's so funny. Jen crabs, "You know you're gonna hate it." Then why are you making him go, and grinning about it? You both suck. Mark says maybe he won't hate it: "At least there, the patients don't throw up on you." Rachel is cutely aghast that anyone threw up. Jen sighs expositorially, "It's just that, between your hours and my studying, I feel like we never get to see each other anymore." Yeah, and your constant nagging and generally unpleasant personality has nothing to do with that, T'Jen. Mark, reassuringly: "I'll go meet Harris today, okay?" Jen, kittenishly: "I just hope you like it."
Back in the ER, Benton disgustedly gestures at something down the hall and groans, "Oh, would you look at this?" In the shot from the opening credits, Mark leans and rolls back away from the desk in the hall, following Benton's gaze. Whereupon we get our first-ever view of John "Baby Doc" Carter, looking about fourteen years old; he's standing by the desk, looking all dapper, idly wagging a clipboard up and down. Susan and Doug roll up and join the staring as Mark comments, "That's the first tailored white coat I've ever seen." "Isn't he lovely," Benton snarks. "Lovely," Susan agrees, slightly less sarcastically. As we watch Carter further spazzing near the Admit desk, Mark wonders, "Think he knows anything?" "He knows how to dress" is Doug's vote of confidence. "Well, he's my student," says Benton. "I'll find out." Aw, how true that is.