Gillian enters in her trademark tight pants and tank. A moth dances near the lantern, and Carter gazes at it, rapt. Gillian refuses to make eye contact with Luka, who pointedly looks nowhere. "Welcome back," she says curtly. "Thank you," he says, amused, lips twitching in a really, um, unattractive way. I certainly don't want to lick them, that's for sure. Gillian sneers her way to the fridge, grabs a soda, and sits down opposite Carter. She pours vodka into two glasses. "I thought you might be upset about that boy," Gillian tells Carter kindly. She dilutes one glass with a lot of Pepsi and passes it to Carter, sloshing barely a drop into her own glass and gulping the vodka-heavy drink like a shot. Carter notices that Luka is going to a lot of trouble to stare at walls, and that Gillian is watching Luka without appearing to see him at all. Carter seems both amused and uninterested in all this interpersonal drama. Now he knows how we have felt about his life all season. Luka exhales a cloud of smoke. As Carter gingerly sips his drink, Gillian tersely packs away the booze, grabs the Pepsi, and storms away. "I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed. And, I hope someone will join me," she says, darting a glance at Luka's back before leaving. I think she's pissed that they hooked up and yet he still disappeared to Matanda, leaving her without her nighttime comfort.

Carter drops his head onto his arms and then sits up again, weary. "How's Abby?" Luka asks him pointedly. "I didn't do anything with Gillian, I swear," Carter defends himself instantly. Luka bites back a snicker and says, "So you won't mind if I..." He says it as if he's fake-asking for permission, enjoying the fact that Carter doesn't know he's already Frenched her Canadian several times. Carter gives him leave to go get his jollies, because let's face it, Carter's not an idiot and he could tell Gillian was romancing Luka's stones. Luka puts out his cigarette and ambles away. "See you in the morning," he says. Carter sips from his glass, then holds it to his sweating forehead. We fade to black craving a swig of the vodka that's been chilling in my freezer.

Day Ten. Graphic of This Show Loves To Skip Over Chunks Of Time. Carter's with Basinake, examining the same little girl who came in days ago with malaria. It's gotten more advanced, so Carter orders her a bed and some quinine. We're supposed to be impressed with how much more at-ease Carter is. And yet, we've watched enough TV to know that his comfort zone's about to get invaded again. Angelique grabs him and introduces him to two more extras who are fresh off the plane. "Damn, it's hot," one of them says jovially, upping his wage for this episode by a considerable amount. "And we've got a little bit of a breeze blowing today," Carter says, all cocksure and comfortable in making cracks at the newbies. Gillian is summoned to orient the two new extras, and she escorts them away, and potentially out of their trousers.