Carter exits and watches Pratt through the window, hand tapping at his hairy chin, as if asking The Beard in Morse code for advice. Kem bounds around the corner, breastlets bouncing, nipples standing tall, needing no clunky metal adornment to announce themselves. Hey, Kem? It's called a brassiere. You speak French -- you should know the word. She slips comfortably under Carter's arm as he asks how Ferina was. "He was very generous with his time," she says. "But I'm still ten years away from the results he's getting." Yes. Because your study is new. His is not. There are dots. Children can connect them.

Pratt's switched his flirtation to another nurse -- a pretty brunette who invites him out with a bunch of other nurses. He waves it off, insisting that he'd be bad company, but she wheedles that nurses make people feel better all the time. Ew. Across the ocean, Chen must've gotten the exact same vibe, because she telephones at just the right moment to interrupt the nauseating foreplay. Pratt scampers to the phone and speaks; then he looks crestfallen. "I'm sorry," he says sincerely. Elizabeth shows up and starts prattling at him about where her patient disappeared to, and Pratt tries to juggle the grieving Chen with the impatient Corday, whose patient got taken by the new radiologist, Dr. Lawson. Elizabeth is affronted that someone else took the patient without calling her, and she yammers about it; someone else starts shouting for Pratt, so he frustratedly throws the receiver at Elizabeth and tells her to talk to Chen. "Her mother just died," he says. Elizabeth is startled. She celebrated the last death in her family, so she's not sure what advice to give.