You know, I'm beginning to think Susan isn't in this episode at all.

After the commercials, we fade up on Mark, at the desk, staring intently at the computer. Duh, he's playing Doom, too. Carol advises him to watch out for fireballs. Jeanie comes strolling nonchalantly around the desk, pushing a cart full of charts. As Benton walks to the near end of the desk to meet her, Jeanie casually tells him that she sorted through all the charts and compiled all the discharge summaries, and that she thinks Benton's patient has a periesophageal hernia. She hands Benton a crisp sheaf of papers, and says that she'll be in the suture room if he needs anything else. Benton watches her go with a "curses, foiled again!" look.

Molly's room. We pan up from Molly's right leg, which is now in a cast from instep to just above her knee. Malik is pushing her bed as Molly tearfully asks Harper where they're going. Harper tells her they're moving her to "a nicer room." Molly calls for her lunchbox, and Harper darts back to grab it for her and set it on Molly's lap. As Harper tells Molly not to be scared, and promises to stay with her until they take her upstairs, Molly opens her lunchbox and fishes out a long string of brightly coloured beads. She tells Harper, "I made it in school." Harper tells her it's beautiful. Molly gasps, "It's for you." Harper takes it and thanks Molly graciously. "Ah! Very nice!" says Malik appreciatively. Aw. Harper is in the process of putting it around her neck when the bed convoy is met by Carter, and Molly's parents. Carter tells Mr. and Mrs. Molly that the plastic surgeon will be there shortly. Mrs. Molly briskly tells him that won't be necessary: "My plastic surgeon's on his way." Even as Molly is being wheeled into the elevator, Mr. and Mrs. Molly make with the bickering. Mr. Molly asks who she means. Mrs. Molly quietly says, "Fred." Mr. Molly whines, "Fred Mendoza? He'll cost a fortune!" Carter stands by, nervously trying not to get involved. Mrs. Molly turns on him and snaps, "It's only your daughter's face!" Mr. Molly crabs, "I hate him -- that's why you called him." Mrs. Molly reminds him, "He's the best in Chicago!" "For lopsided breasts," Mr. Molly mutters. OH NO HE DI'IN'T! Ha! Mrs. Molly hauls off and slaps him. Double ha! She stomps off. Carter and Mr. Molly watch her go, and then Mr. Molly confidentially tells Carter, "Touchy subject." Carter's like, "Leave me out of it," but you can tell he's laughing inside.