"I killed her, I killed her!" screams Luka's woman from off in the distance.

Suddenly, Mr. Peterson catches sight of a familiar face and yells, "Stay the hell away from me, you queer!" A HeShe in a shiny purple dress and hot-pink boa pleads with Peterson to accept a ride home. "I don't dig penises, okay?" Peterson shouts. Kerry dodges a falling anvil to investigate the situation. Apparently, the HeShe had dated Peterson, then took him on a talk-show to confess being in the middle of a sex change. Peterson didn't react at all well. "You knew," minces the HeShe with exaggerated grief. "Part of you knew." Peterson grabs Kerry and spits, "See this? Man, woman. That's what I know! That's what's normal!" The aggrieved HeShe moans, "It's still love, Carl! Love is love!" Carl lunges at the HeShe, who throws a hand to his/her forehead and scampers down the hallway, away from this plot and the Great Anvil God, who's got nasty chronic dropsy. Aren't we five years beyond making fun of Jerry Springer episodes?

Luka, having calmed down Peterson, asks Kerry whether she's okay, and then points out that the M&M hearing on Bad Dad Fossen has commenced. She looks confused, having blissfully blotted Mark's existence from her mind.

Bing! They hop off the elevator at another floor. Kerry, visibly preoccupied, confronts Luka about her worst suspicions. "Luka, has there been any talk about me?" she asks, trying to keep her voice low. He doesn't quite follow her meaning, gently saying, "People always talk about their bosses." Kerry explains that she needs to know whether personal gossip has spread; again, Luka is adorably confused. At that moment, Dr. Anspaugh bellows, "Well, Dr. Weaver! I thought you fell under the spell of some Masai warrior and were never coming back!" Kerry is morose. She and Legaspi used to spell together.

Mark stands at a wooden podium and fields questions from an audience of doctors, each of them trying to dissect the night of Fossen's death. A Dr. Zogoiby wonders why lidocaine wasn't administered, and Mark shakily states he didn't have the ACLS drug box with him and had sent a nurse to fetch it when the doors closed unexpectedly and the dog ate his English paper. As Mark's methods come under scrituny, Kerry zones out completely, focusing on the back of Romano's bald head and recalling the time he discussed Legaspi's lesbianism with her. Voice-over comments swirl in her mind, each one referring to her inner turmoil and struggle to cope with homosexuality. A giant vagina drops from the sky and bleats, "Loooove meeee!" as Kerry's internal Legaspi Quote Generator produces the words, "Deal with the stigma of being gay!" Dr. Anspaugh barks, "Care to comment on that?" Kerry jumps in her seat. Everyone is staring at her. "Dr. Weaver, in your opinion, was the patient's care at all compromised?" he asks, sternly. Kerry fumbles. "Did the ER accept too many patients that day?" presses Anspaugh. A flummoxed Weaver stammers that she recalls things being busy, but manageably so and aptly handled. Anspaugh nods grimly.