"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.
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.