Carter and Abby try to restart Jared's heart. Crack! They break a rib. Ew. Jana's like, "Oh, okay." Then she wails a little. "You don't have to be here," he says gently. "I'm not leaving him," Jana shouts. Finally, they get a weak pulse. Abby meets Jana's gaze. "Are you sure you want us to do this?" she says dubiously. "Quit asking me that! He's my son!" she shouts. Abby's all, "Right. He's not me, so he's expendable, so are you sure you want to do this?"

Abby exits Trauma Green and Maggie leaps right onto her trail. "I'm flying to Cleveland," she announces. Abby tenses and throws up her hands in that "Oh my God, I can't hear this, I am not hearing this right now" way where you can just tell someone's trying to brush away reality. She tries to escape into the bathroom, which is a brilliant plan considering that absolutely nothing stops Maggie from following her. As Abby holes up in a stall and rests her forehead against the locked door, Maggie babbles that she bought Abby a ticket, too, and talked to a Chicago cop Carter recommended, learning that all Lake Superior search-and-rescue missions are based in Cleveland. No word from Abby. "Abby!" Maggie shouts, banging on the door -- right into Abby's head. Hee. Abby jumps backward. "I'm not flying to Cleveland, Maggie," she spits. They start to argue about what Abby's done in all this, so Abby throws the door open and screams, "Eric is dead!" Maggie stiffens. "He is missing," Maggie corrects angrily. Abby contends that Eric downed the plane in a suicide attempt. Wow. Not only is her glass half-empty, but it's a shot glass, so it was never super-full in the first place. Maggie insists that Eric was fine, and on his meds; Abby ignores this, pretty sure Maggie wasn't paying the kind of close attention that Abby herself would've. "He was not suicidal," Maggie insists. "I saw him!" Abby finally blurts. "Two weeks ago he came to see me and I didn't get it then, but now I understand what it was -- he was at peace, because he had a plan." Maggie doesn't buy. "People walk away from plane crashes," Maggie insists. "He came to say goodbye," Abby says. "People walk away, Abby!" Maggie says shrilly. "It was goodbye!" Abby yells, leaving. We fade to black hoping the cloud of self-pity and doom hanging over Abby's head acid-rains on her hair and changes its color back to something more flattering.