Chen, studying the chart, suddenly realizes that she treated Bree and Adam last Tuesday when they just seemed like flu patients. "I have a fever," she realizes, worried. Carter immediately tells her that she must be quarantined. "Slow down," Luka says, reaching out a stabilizing hand. And since everyone ignores him, Luka continues to stand there with his hand outstretched and nowhere to put it. It's very uncomfortable. If only I could just get my ass in there, he'd have a place to rest that precious palm. While Luka is frozen in the background, Carter turns to Susan and demands that she come up with a plan, because he isn't wearing his big-boy undies today. Did someone remove Carter's testicles? Did they shrivel up and die in a show of solidarity when the Walking Phallus passed away? Susan thinks nothing of this wussery from Carter, and calmly orders Jerry to check the patient schedule and staff list from the previous Tuesday. She wants Luka to put all the truly critical patients off to one side. "What about the kids?" Abby asks. Susan warns them to refrain from spreading rumors, and to adhere to the party line that it's all a routine thing, just another day to cherish in the ER. Luka nods toward the sliding doors. "Then you'd better tell them why the doors are locked," he suggests.