...Mark opens the door to the hellion's den. Rachel's hair looks interesting -- smooth and curly and glossy, except for this strange chunk right by her face, which has been ironed straight, slicked back, and sprayed in place. Weird. If she'd left that part curly, she'd have awesome hair today. "I'm finishing my homework," she explains. Mark tiredly asks if she'll be ready in twenty minutes. "Sure," she says, then peers up at him curiously. "You okay, Dad?" she asks. Mark pants quietly that he's just fine.
Elizabeth arrives at the El, starts down toward the platform, then balks when she spies Twinkle Twinkle Little Scar below her on the staircase. She ducks away from the stairs until Mark is out of sight, then exhales in utter relief that she was high up above the scar so bright. Relief gives way to sadness as Elizabeth realizes that her marriage is a glorified game of hide-and-seek, and her ocular luggage twitches us into the credits.
When we return, Elizabeth is at the hospital bitching about changes to her schedule. Dr. Robert "Don't Fuck With Mr. Zero" Romano appears to clarify things -- apparently, he put her on trauma call in the ER all week because she's managed to go an entire month without a shift down there. "I had to go down to that cesspool myself twice yesterday," he gripes. She promises to do it next week once she's caught up on her elective surgeries, but Romano won't have it. He's ruling that place with an iron fist of justice. "With any luck, you won't be called down," he breezes, leaving. "Right, that happens," grumbles Elizabeth. I had no idea surgeons were so bitter about...you know, performing surgery.
Mark examines a pretty brunette named Joanne, whose husband Paul brought her into the ER. She explains that they were "tracking a black-crowned heron," which naturally, my sewage dump of a mind assumed was the cleverest euphemism in the land. But really, they were birdwatching, at least until Joanne felt light-headed and tingly. Paul adds that she'd been having minor stomach trouble. "That was just his cooking," snots Joanne. As Mark examines her, he catches a glimpse of Elizabeth in the hallway and it momentarily throws him. Snapping back to his patient, Mark tells Joanne that her eyes look a bit yellow. She's baffled, because she does yoga and spinning and is the healthiest person on the planet. Paul points out that she's prone to panic attacks, though, and of course Joanne snaps at him. She's a bitch. Paul should flee. Suddenly, Joanne gasps and hands Mark a nest of eggs they rescued from a predatory raccoon. She begs Mark to care for them until they hatch. He's all, "Whatever. I have interns, lady."