Romano and Neela are standing in the elevator, facing forward. She's got on safety goggles, and he rubs his bald pate as some syrupy Muzak hangs heavily in the air. If they'd been in there half a second longer I'd have expected him to hit "stop" and throw her against the wall for some passionate but vaguely logistically uncomfortable sex.

Ding! The elevator doors slide open, and Romano comes face to face with the whirring rotor of his old and aptly named nemesis, Chopper. Of course, he looks a lot less imposing when there's a really fake green screen in the background and some manufactured wind, but nonetheless, Chopper's back and he's still a carnivore. "WE MEET AGAIN, MY OLD FRIEND," it sneers. Romano stares at it. "I REALLY LIKE WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH YOUR STUMP, BUT THE FACIAL HAIR HAS GOT TO GO -- PERHAPS I COULD GIVE YOU A SHAVE?" Chopper whirs. Romano starts to sweat a little. "YOU'RE AWFULLY QUIET TODAY. ROTOR GOT YOUR TONGUE?" Chopper cackles. "Dr. Romano?" Neela asks, having dashed out onto the roof. Romano has a flashback to the night the Chop-o-dile ripped off his arm and made him Dr. Hook. "I DIDN'T EVEN GET A CLOCK OUT OF IT, YOU RUDE BASTARD," Chopper intones, ripping Romano out of his frightened reverie. "Here, take it," Romano trembles, throwing Neela the Rolex and frantically trying to close the elevator doors. "YOU MAY HAVE BESTED ME WITH SILENCE AND A DIFFERENT SCRIPT THIS TIME, ROMANO, BUT YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE LAST OF ME," Chopper sneers.

Chuck goes to load Westbrook into Chopper and realizes that there's another flight nurse aboard. "This isn't your flight," he shouts. "There's only room for two attendants!" She tells him that it's going to be her and Westbrook's private doctor, but Chuck refuses. "I have to go. Insurance requirement. You're off the flight," he yells over the noise of Chopper's rumbling stomach.