"John!" Abby shouts into the phone. Oh, praise to the Jeebus child, she knows his name! Abby is calling Carter from Eric's base in Nebraska, standing in front of a loud hangar. "You were right -- Gallant's a fast talker," she shouts over the noise. Carter asks if she saw the news; he bellows twice into the phone that they got three feet of snow in seven hours, and in turn we learn that no one's confirmed Eric's presence on the base. Meanwhile, Nathan is trying to wash his hands, and both are trembling. Keeping his body still, Nathan's eyes dart around furtively, then he snaps his right hand over his left. Carter spies this out of the corner of his eye. "You all right?" he mouths. Nathan nervously insists that he is.
An angry Air Force officer screams at Abby to get off the phone. Gallant, trotting beside him, repeats the request a little more gently, so Abby quickly signs off and snaps the phone shut. Gallant is wearing a beret. If it was warm, he wouldn't wear much more. Prince and I would see to that. Gallant moves protectively to Abby's side. "The office issued us a visitors' pass and suggested we look for you in Hangar 12," he explains. Officer Pissy snaps that they're staring deep into the belly of Hangar 13. "Oh," Gallant exhales. "'Oh' what?" sneers Officer Pissy. "'Oh, sir'...sir," Gallant says awkwardly. Officer Pissy waxes rhapsodic about how funny and popular Eric is. "Unfortunately, he didn't feel much responsibility toward his squadron or the Air Force," he sighs. Abby begs to know whether Eric's there. "I just came off a seventy-two-hour live-fire exercise short one air-traffic controller," Officer Pissy barks. "If he was..." Abby throws up her hands and blurts that she can't believe Officer Pissy hasn't been informed. "[He has] bipolar disease. He's manic," she rants, grabbing a skeleton from the family closet and winging a femur at Officer Pissy. He looks surprised. "Wherever he is -- wherever you've lost him -- he needs help!" Abby barks, beating Officer Pissy with a shinbone.