Fancy waiting room. Romano pokes his head in and asks whether it's a private party. All three Cordays are calm, and Elizabeth says she thinks Mama Corday knows Romano. Mama Corday plummily says, "Yes, I believe you were operating on a dog last time we met." Romano pleasantly replies, "That's right! You were in town attending an astrology conference." Heh. "Astronomy," she corrects him. Romano's like, whatever, the guests are getting restless: "I have fifty bucks Greene will be a no-show." Hee! Elizabeth stands and breathes, "Robert --" He concludes by telling her that they've just heard from the hospital, and fills her in on the accident that waylaid Benton and Mark. Elizabeth's like, "Huh?" Romano tells her that if she gives Greene a few more minutes, Romano will lose that bet. No one quite knows how to react to the news that Mark definitely is not ditching Elizabeth (or so it would seem, since they all just fail to respond), so Romano smiles and makes to go, turning back for a moment to add, "You look beautiful, Elizabeth." She quietly thanks him. Romano says that "Greene's a lucky man." Elizabeth says -- my hand to God -- she says, "I know." "I know"?! What the hell kind of...what?! No, you say "thank you" or "I'm lucky, too" (not that she is, but we're supposed to think so) or "I appreciate the sentiment" or "oh, come on, knock it off." You don't say "I know." Even if you do know it. You just don't say it.

Airport bar. Weaver always wanted to move to Florida but didn't because it never worked out. Mike (formerly Red Herring) always thought he'd be married with two kids and a dog by this time. Weaver says he could always get a dog. Mike asks if she lives with fifty cats. No, just one pussy. OH! Thanks, I'll be here all week! Don't forget to tip your waitress! Plus they probably aren't even living together anymore, anyway. Or if they are, they shouldn't be. She laughs and says no, and he tells her she's too pretty to be a crazy cat lady. She doesn't respond, but smiles. Mike's flight is called over the loudspeaker, and he makes to leave; before he goes, he asks if they might have dinner when they're both back in town again, since they've already had drinks. Weaver smiles and very politely tells him she doesn't think that would work out. He looks like the wind's been knocked out of him, but he smiles, gets up, and thanks her anyway. She thanks him sincerely for the company, and he leaves her his card in case she ever changes her mind. He takes off. She studies the card for a moment, and then, when a busser comes over to clear the glasses off her table, drops the card on his tray with all the other trash. See? I told you he was just a red herring.