Apparently, Ante's surgery is over, because Dorsett and Elizabeth are now strolling around outside. He asks how Luka convinced her to help. "He asked," Elizabeth shrugs. "Oh, that was easy," Dorsett teases. They walk for a bit, until he finally asks her what she'd like to do now. Elizabeth seems interested, but uncomfortable. "Look, normally at night, I'd be sitting at home watching Trading Places," Dorsett says. Either he misspoke and meant Trading Spaces, or Dorsett is the world's biggest Dan Aykroyd fan and likes to watch Principal Vernon get sexually assaulted by a gorilla. "But for you, it's ladies' night," he continues. Elizabeth laughs that he's absolutely right -- Ella is waiting. "I see, well, have I mentioned how much I love kids?" he says smoothly. Then, surprisingly earnestly, he offers her a lift home. She acts embarrassed by the attention, and hesitates. "Which way are you going?" she asks, a slight smile on her lips. "Whichever way you point me towards," he says. Again, he seems pretty genuine, but maybe that's just because I'm easy and he's pretty and I really, really need a hug. Elizabeth seems tempted, but in making her choice, she turns her head to the right and catches sight of a lone figure on a bridge, staring off over the water. She realizes it's Romano, and turns back to face Dorsett. "I'm really sorry, I just can't tonight," she states. "Can I take a rain check?"
Elizabeth then surprises Romano on the bridge. "How'd it go in Plastics?" she asks. Romano groans. "What did Gallant do, post it on the bulletin board?" he sighs. Elizabeth reveals with a tiny grin that Plastics consulted her because she'd treated him before. Romano lists a litany of treatment options they want him to pursue, and she quite hopefully says that sounds reasonable, but he already looks defeated by it. "I was making tea," he admits. "I put the pot on, I got distracted. My sling got caught on the burner, and my arm was on fire, and I didn't realize it until I saw the flames." Elizabeth tries to ascribe it to a lapse in sensory recovery, but Romano's heard that song before, and it only sounds good when two hammered male truckers sing it on karaoke night at the tiki bar. "I'm not recovering," he says. "I'll never get the feeling back." Elizabeth begins a lecture about how he has to take care of the arm at all costs. "It's over," Romano says. "You can't afford to have another infection!" she continues. "Lizzie, you're not hearing me. It's OVER," Romano says. She practically chokes on whatever was about to come out of her mouth. "It's time for me to cut my losses," he says softly. Elizabeth tries to protest, but he cuts her off: "We both know I'm better off without it," he says flatly. "You as much as said so." Her eyes moisten as she insists that all she meant was that amputation might be a possibility down the line. "I'm very, very glad we had this chat," Romano nods, effectively ending the conversation. She is the picture of shock and sadness, her mouth open slightly and her eyes close to tears. "Check the OR schedule and set it up?" he asks, trying to stay calm. "As soon as possible. I just want to be rid of the damn thing." And with a joyless smirk, he turns and lopes away, leaving Elizabeth looking totally gutted. Great scene for both of them.