Ray stops off in Trauma Yellow because he sees a devastated Mrs. Mangled Man sitting in there, lost. "They took him to the morgue," she says brokenly. "Your sister called -- she took the kids to your house for the night," Ray says. Then he shoves his hands in his pockets. "Hey," he says, affecting a really out-of-place, upbeat tone. "I guess we had some kind of misunderstanding back there. I'm not even sure what it was about..." Liar. HATE. Lame apology. It's hard to like him when he won't ever admit to being wrong. "If there's anything I can do...Can I call you a cab, or something?" She is totally out of it, and Ray finally realizes that this moment is not about clearing his conscience, so he does the smart thing for the first time today and leaves.

Abby uses her Urbanus-free time to corral Ray and ask him if he has any friends in the pharmacy who could forge some labels for her preventative triple cocktail. Ray grabs the bottles and beams slowly. "I think I'm falling in love," he says. I'm not sure if he is directing that at Abby's appealing rebelliousness, or if it means he's about to go flirt up a storm with a pharmacist who will print up the labels if he fixes her paper jam -- wink, wink.

Neela types away on the computer. Carter asks how her first day was. "Hard," she says monotonously. "Gonna come back tomorrow?" he asks. "Yep," she says. He smiles. Wendall trots up on her way out to see if they ever located Juan. "He's starting chemo," Neela says. Wendall is delighted. "Thanks for your help today," Carter says awkwardly. Wendall is surprised. "Sure," she says, turning to leave. As Neela eavesdrops with some discomfort, Carter muddles through asking Wendall if she's leaving, and if she'd stick around so he can walk out with her. "Okay," she says, sort of shell-shocked. I'm all for Carter getting over his pain, but isn't this a little fast? It is still early August, according to the ER clock, and he just lost his would-be fiancée fairly recently. I guess one can never predict the grief cycle of a penis. "I think I hear rounds starting," Neela says, beating a hasty retreat just a tad too late.