Rachel glares petulantly at her father, who's clutching a phone with Jen at the other end. He tries to calm Jen down, but she's apparently both irate and en route to Chicago. "I am not going back with her," insists Rachel, while Mark hangs up after a futile attempt to stop Jen from yelling. "She was freaking out, wasn't she?" Rachel asks. Their conversation is interrupted by a Mr. O'Groat, a rugby player leaving the hospital despite not being completely treated. Mark tells him that his shoulder might be separated, requiring further examination and probably a sling, but O'Groat beams, "It's okay! I saw the baby!" Mark is confused. Nothing new there. "Are you taking her side?" Rachel wails. Malucci interrupts to ask Mark whether he's spoken to Weaver. "She thinks she fired me," he says, snottily. Asshole. Has he always been an asshole, or is this just convenient storytelling? "What did you do now?" Mark sighs. "Nothing!" Malucci lies passionately. "I don't even want to see her!" shouts Rachel. Weaver cruises past and wonders aloud why Dr. Dave is still inside her hospital. "He's outta here," she explains to Mark. Mr. Tanzi then hurries over just as Malucci asks Mark again to speak with Weaver on his behalf. "Dr. Greene, my wife's gone," Tanzi frets. It seems she took her walker and used it for its intended purpose. "The last time she wandered off like this, she nearly got hit by a car!" he says, tensely. Mark figures she can't have gotten far, and sends Randi to alert security. "Dad, I really want to stay here with you!" Rachel pleads. "Okay, so you'll talk to her then, right?" Malucci asks. The Pied Piper of Valium Villa sharply tells Rachel this is a bad time, then tells Dave, "You talk to her. She didn't fire me!" More's the pity.
Abby seeks out Carter. "You ready?" she asks. He needs to see one more patient, but promises to hurry. "Okay, I'll be in the car; I don't want Luka to see us," she whispers. Under his breath, Carter mutters, "Aren't we going to be wearing ski masks?"
Nearby, Finch profusely thanks a telephone caller and hangs up with a huge sigh of relief. She's in the middle of treating a patient, who is taking meds through an inhaler, and Carter strolls over to get the dish on her good news. Cleo gleefully informs him that her crash test results came back, and her primary circuitboard is officially shatter-proof. Her HIV test also came back non-reactive, and she is totally flushed with excitement. Carter congratulates her, making this the second time today inappropriate ER business has been discussed in front of a patient who's mid-treatment. Cleo exposits that she must be tested again in three months, but they agree that if she hasn't converted by now, it's not terribly likely to happen. "God, I feel like I just got my life back!" she trembles. Her patient, Yolanda, sputters that her medicine isn't working. "Give it time," Cleo chirps. Carter cracks that she'd breathe more easily if Cleo removed Yolanda's corset. Cleo raises her eyebrow. "Be my guest," she jokes saucily, showing yet more signs of life. Carter respectfully declines, then spies action in Trauma One and scuttles over there to investigate.