After the break, a janitor is painting over Dubenko's scrawlings. Abby mouths off to Neela that she knew how to draw a damn oxygen atom, but that Dubenko just gives her the creeps. She's not entirely unjustified in thinking that, I guess, even though I kind of felt sorry for Dubenko and wanted to hide under my couch when he was standing there trying to reach out to them all and they gave him a brick wall in return. Which he promptly tagged with his Permanent Marker of Scientific Shenanigans. Pratt gives us an update on the score: Abby has seventeen, Neela has twelve, and Ray has twenty-one. Ray wants to go home early if he hits twenty-five before the end of his shift. Abby, at Pratt's prompting, reveals that she has several more on the verge of being discharged. "Abby versus Ray," Pratt sing-songs. "Neela, you're getting your ass kicked. Start making decisions." Then he muses that perhaps twenty-five was too low a target, since Ray has had such an easy time of it. "I'd better up the target to thirty," he decides. Ray grins as Abby and Neela once more unite in mute hatred of the new punk.

Wendall, the bitchfaced social worker who out-ducks Abby, walks up to Ray and identifies herself. "I paged you, like, four times," he crabs. "Yeah, in, like, fifteen minutes," she says. "If I don't answer you right away, there's a reason." Carter looks up sharply from his paperwork, because his blonde radar went off and it's making an unsightly lump in his trousers. "I want you to talk to Trauma [Yellow]'s wife," he says. "Interesting name, 'Trauma [Yellow],'" she sasses. Carter is gripped with the urge to be the teacher's pet, so he all but shoots up his hand and waves it around as he blurts out the name of the woman and the brain-dead man, as well as their shoe sizes, social security numbers, star signs, and wine preferences. "He's an intern," he says to excuse Ray's idiocy. "Oh, referring to a patient by name instead of room assignment is a second-year skill?" Wendall cracks. She turns and asks Ray whether he went through the care pathway with Mrs. Trauma Yellow (my term, not hers). Ray blinks ignorantly. Wendall explains that the care pathway, despite sounding like one of the twelve steps, is actually a checklist one has to go through with a patient's family. "I need a list to check off questions you'd ask anyway?" Ray asks. Wendall smiles sweetly at him, hands him a checklist, and says, "I'll see you when you're done." Carter watches with young stars in his eyes.