Everything's quiet at the hospital because no one's plowed the ambulance bay. Lily is on the phone with Lydia, so obviously, neither of them is among the three senior nurses Carter supposedly fired. That plot got dropped like Luka's pants. "It's so quiet," breathes Erin Harkins, wigged. "Isn't it freaky?" Susan Lewis grins, making her way to Carter's side. "Trying to rent a snowmobile?" she giggles. "Considering it," Carter says. "Can't even get them to answer the phone." Erin bounces over and chirps that the rack's clear, triage is empty, and labs are pending on all current patients. "What do I do now?" she jiggles. Carter shrugs. "Go play in the snow," he says offhandedly. Erin looks confused, then turns on her heel and skips away. Susan suddenly spies Elizabeth Corday entering with a bundled baby. "Ella!" Susan exclaims happily. "I'm soaked to the knees!" Elizabeth pants. "All I did was walk from the El." Carter's head jerks up at news that he could hop the El train out of town and back into Abby's heart.

Abby sucks down a cigarette. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Gallant warns her lightly. Abby Knows Best is all, "Nurse this, boy." So Gallant casually nods over toward a tanker of jet fuel; still, Abby snarls and doesn't put out her butt. Brat. "Amy Lockhart?" calls out a friendly- but officious-looking young lieutenant. Abby whirls and corrects him on the name; he introduces himself as Lt. Ottenson -- no idea if that's right; my closed-captioning is broken and I couldn't find the character's name anywhere -- and explains that Eric hasn't officially been charged with anything. "Is he acting combative?" Abby asks hurriedly. "I don't know, I haven't seen him yet," Ottenson apologizes. Abby demands to see Eric, and learns to her frustration that he's not there. "He was transferred to base hospital Saturday morning," Ottenson says. Abby tenses and suppresses her urge to beat the ottenson out of him.

Carter marches out of the ER. A snowball beans him in the head; a contrite Erin freaks, eyes big as planets. "I thought you were Malik," she gushes. "Do I look like Malik?" Carter wonders, amused. Malik trots up behind Erin. "Sorry, man, you ain't that good-looking," he grins, thwacking Erin in the head with what looks like an ice ball and clearly tickled that his balls are flying at her face. "What are you doing?" Carter asks. "You told me to play in the snow," Erin panics, looking afraid that Carter's about to bust her for goofing off. "You can't let him outflank you like that," Carter advises kindly, sauntering off on his way. Erin snaps into action and, geeked by the ball warfare, ducks to make another snow missile.