Kerry leans against a car that's parked outside a bar, waiting until Sandy Lopez lopes toward it. "Out bar-hopping?" Sandy says, not unkindly. "I was just..." Kerry begins. "Lost?" interrupts Sandy with a wry smile. "Looking for you," heaves Kerry, eyes moist. "And you only found my car," Sandy murmurs, staring intently at the lock while fumbling with her keys. Kerry praises her for saving the kids, and Sandy brusquely waves off the praise, still not making eye contact with her ex. Kerry continues to devour her with her eyes. She offers a friendly ear or, you know, something else, and Sandy declines with a lame excuse about having to start her shift early the next day. "Know what? You can't drive," Kerry decides, nudging her way in and wresting the car keys from Sandy. Lopez is annoyed, but not angry; actually, I think she's more frustrated that Kerry still hasn't clearly stated her intent. "You were missing," Kerry whispers huskily. "And I was worried." Sandy defiantly stands still. "I'm touched," she says, partly sincere but still very guarded and tinged with sarcasm. Kerry intones, "You were right. You did me a favor," and leans in to give Sandy a tight, closed-mouth kiss. I'm not sure I get where Kerry realized Sandy did her a favor -- maybe she figured that closeted lesbians turn into Renee-like knife-wielding psychos with quiet but deadly obsessions. Still, when logic clashes with hormones, hormones always cheat and score the pin. When Kerry and Sandy break apart, Sandy reddens a trifle and says, "Come to think of it, it was a pretty cool save. The fire went to three alarms and I couldn't see my hand...." Kerry thinks, "Too much lip flap, not enough tongue," and moves in for a passionate smooch.
Lizzie lugs Ella and the giant baby buggy into Valium Villa. Rachel appears in the hall and doesn't seem as surprised as she should be, given that Ella's gained about ninety pounds since they last hung out and Elizabeth's been gone for months. Still, Elizabeth actually greets Rachel warmly, just in case Ella needs a liver someday. "Where's your dad?" Elizabeth wonders politely. Rachel shares that he's hiding out upstairs, feeling ill. Elizabeth realizes that she has to unload the offspring somehow before nursing Mark back to middling health; gently, she asks Rachel to watch Ella. Rachel happily takes her. "Hey!" coos Elizabeth. "There's Rachel!" What a dork. As Elizabeth collects her wits at the foot of the stairs, Rachel regards her knowingly. "He's sick again, isn't he?" she blurts. Elizabeth looks sad and nods. The director cuts back to Rachel, and it's strange because it's almost like Hallee Hirsh realized she forgot to emote, and quickly shoves out her bottom lip and pouts like a puppy. So terrible.