The two set up Elle at Curtain One and examine her, Susan calmly suggesting that the fluid in her lungs is probably just due to pneumonia. "She never dresses warm and she goes out with wet hair," supplies the mother. Elle's a bit mortified. Abby bites back a smile as she prepares to send off some tests. "Are you coming back?" Elle asks hopefully. "Yeah," Abby replies. "And don't worry. The only thing you can catch from wet hair is split ends."
Susan asks Abby how Luka's doing, and Abby frustratedly admits that she hasn't had a chance to go see him yet. "If you do, let me know. Maybe I can come," Susan says. Abby nods, but before she can reply, she gets a nasty fright -- a faceful of Lydia. "Have you talked to him yet?" Lydia asks. "Luka?" Abby asks, confused. Lydia harrumphs that she means Romano, and she and Conni threaten mutiny if Abby doesn't talk to Romano soon. Then they disappear to darken someone else's day. "[Luka] looks good," an eavesdropping Frank offers. "You saw him?" Abby gapes. "Just popped my head in to say hello," he says innocently, "Wouldn't hurt you to do the same thing." Abby turns away and rolls her eyes clean across the country.
Abby calls upstairs for an update on Luka; while she's waiting for an answer, Gillian appears behind her and cheerfully shares that he's lucid between naps. "And he's asking for a...meatball sub?" she twinkles, appearing confused. Perhaps Jared hasn't made it up to her neck of the woods yet, so French-Canadians don't know about the marriage of meatball and sub. Gillian's exuding joy. She also looks older than she did when she was sweaty and dirty, and her freckles are more pronounced. Abby blinks at this strange woman with total alarm. Did she not notice Gillian hovering over Luka earlier? Maybe she thought it was a crazed fan hoping for a glimpse of naked Luka. "Never mind," Abby says into the phone, never breaking eye contact with Gillian. "Hi," Abby says, startled, introducing herself. Gillian is delighted to recognize the name. "John talked a lot about you," she gushes. "John...Carter?" Abby realizes, surprised. I love that she doesn't call her own boyfriend by his first name, yet this stranger does. "I'm sorry, who did you..." Abby begins, perplexed, and I believe a bit suspicious of why this strange woman is on intimate terms -- that is to say, a first-name basis -- with her boyfriend. "You don't know!" Gillian realizes. "I'm Gillian! I worked with Luka and John in the Congo." She grins at a completely confused Abby, who apparently makes her living dealing with strangers yet is unaware how to react civilly to them. "Oh!" Gillian then jumps. "I have something for you." She roots around in her purse and produces the letter Carter pressed into Luka's manly, soft palm...I've never wanted to be a folded piece of paper more in my entire life. "John asked Luka to give you this," Gillian explains. Abby can only stare at it, flummoxed. "He wrote me a letter?" she finally gulps, dazed. Gillian excuses it by claiming it's hard to find any kind of working phone in the Congo, and charmingly changes the subject by asking where she might find "Doctor Magoo's." Frank gruffly replies, "You don't. It burned down." Which is a nice bit of continuity for a change, because it combusted after Luka had left, and of course he'd send Gillian there for a meal without realizing that it's a charred ruin. Or, maybe he knew, but having spent so much time in the Congo he thought she'd be homesick for something smoking and in shambles. Abby hightails it out of the ER, yelling over her shoulder that she's taking a break, and leaving Gillian to wonder why a rich guy like Carter dated someone with no social graces.