Carol walks through the snow on the campus of a prep school. She stops when she sees a gaggle of girls talking, looks at them with saintly concern, and keeps walking.
Abby walks Ron out through the ambulance bay doors. Ron thinks maybe he "was just being a hypochondriac, thinking something was wrong." "No, you were right to come in," Abby assures him, "and -- and you'd be right to come back." Ron thanks her, puts on his gloves, says he'll keep an eye on it, and makes to leave; Abby calls after him, "Say for example, in fifteen or twenty minutes, if you were feeling feverish or sick to your stomach, you might want to get that checked out?" "But you just saw me," Ron says. Abby says pointedly that she might not see him, but someone would see him, and they'll want to examine him thoroughly. "Are you saying I'm not okay?" Ron asks her. "I'm just saying -- that it's been an awfully bad flu season," Abby says, and heads back inside. Ron thinks it over. I have to admit that I don't understand what happened there.