As Sam waves good night to Abby, she runs into Luka outside the hospital. He genially asks if Alex is having fun at his sleepover. "Too much fun to come to the phone," Sam grins. "Sleepovers are tough," Luka says. "For parents, not kids." Sam peers up at him curiously, and then practically double-takes when Luka shares that he had a boy and a girl of his own back in Croatia. Layla interrupts the moment: "Miss Taggart? Do you have a minute?" How would she have known Sam's last name? No one calls her that. Luka bids her farewell, and Sam stares after him in a silent daze for a second before turning her attention to Layla. But what Layla says, we never hear; this is the last we see of the story. Which...I give up. We put up with Miguel at the expense of this?
Miguel...yaaaaawn.... Pratt and Abby force him to sign a contract promising to adhere to his treatment plan, on pain of being reported to immigration.
Weaver toddles around, annoyed that Carter's not there yet to start his shift. Abby asks her to sign off on Miguel's admission, and Weaver glowingly praises Pratt for the thorough exam that turned a knee sprain into a TB catch. "It was Abby's catch," Pratt says, not terribly loudly, as Weaver departs. "Doesn't matter," Abby mumbles. Weaver was so gung-ho about Abby's being back in the ER, and now she's kind of being condescending and high-handed. Maybe that's how she lays down the smack on her favorites; I don't know. And why does Abby -- and Neela, and Lester -- keep returning to the ER between her other rotations?
Arnie stiffly stalks up to Weaver and demands that she fire everyone in the ER for being insane, hostile, violent, and grabby. Weaver basically tells him to go fuck himself and the red tape he rode in on. "You won't meet the terms of the legal settlement," he sniffs, wounded. "So sue me. Again. What else is new?" Weaver yawns.
Kerry runs into Carter in the lounge and gently chides his tardiness. He sadly says he was at the airport bidding farewell to the twig that was in his bed. "She has two hundred HIV patients to save," he says. "Good for her," Weaver says strongly. No kidding. Quit your pouting, Carter, and remember why you love her in the first place. Unless it's just because you can't believe she lets you sleep with her, in which case, still quit your damn pouting. Sandy pages Kerry, who checks it and gulps that Sandy's going to be so frustrated that she got stuck with a squalling infant for twelve hours. "How long will [Kem] be gone?" Kerry asks. "A few weeks," Carter says emptily. To cheer him up, Weaver shows him photos of Henry, who looks alternately terrified, stoned, and just genetically unfortunate. They coo about babies and their personalities. "You'll see," Kerry smiles.