Neela bursts in with her passel of relatives. She's giving them a tour, and introduces them to Jerry: "He makes this whole place work, and he's very big." Then she says, as Frank shows up with a box of donuts, "That's Frank. He works with Jerry and just had a massive heart attack and shouldn't be eating that donut." Frank looks tickled. Almost delighted. Interesting. Neela leads them down the hall, giving them a fairly cold tour evocative of "We're walking, we're walking, we're walking...and, we're stopping." Suddenly, she does stop, and the camera pulls back to reveal the Assman standing in full frontal, facing her. Without missing a beat, Neela continues: "And, that's a naked patient. Now, if you come through this way...."
A nurse is wrapping Kem's torso. I'm not sure why. Maybe she had a tube of some kind in her body. But Thandie Newton should not ever allow herself to be shot like this again. She's got a sheet covering her front, and from this angle, she looks totally wasted -- emaciated, wan, weak. And that's her body, not her face. Girlfriend needs to eat a meatball sub pronto, before she gets sucked up through one of the A/C vents. Carter watches the other nurse stamp little Cartus's footprints on a card. She offers him a peek, and Carter takes the little tongs to draw back the blanket. He smiles brokenly at his son.
Lawson is scrubbing up as Elizabeth sashays into the room. "You look radiant," he flirts. "Liar," she grins. "I was up half the night." He purrs, "Doing what?" She lowers her voice and asks him for a prescription for birth control and two packets of the morning-after pill. Lawson pauses for a second to digest this, and then continues scrubbing. Hee.
Fauxburn calls Carter out of the room and informs him that they're going to move Kem downstairs so they can monitor her a bit longer. "Has she held the baby yet?" she asks, worried. Carter shakes his head. Fauxburn insists that in her twenty years of doing this, she has learned one thing: dead babies are gross. Oh, also, that Kem will regret not holding her baby for the rest of her life. Carter stares at her, wishing she were Amy Aquino.
Elizabeth hands off the birth control and pills to Rachel. "You still need to use condoms," she says. As if Rachel's been using them in the first place. Rachel notices the name on the prescription and wonders thickly why Elizabeth didn't do it herself. Elizabeth answers rather sensibly that when Vulcan Jen inevitably goes rummaging through all of Rachel's things, looking for drugs and incriminating tidbits, Elizabeth doesn't want to be the one at the other end of the wrath of Khan. "Lawson -- is he that British guy from yesterday?" Rachel asks. "Do you like him more than [Minivan]?" Elizabeth rather defensively insists that she's just getting the occasional movie and meal with them; I didn't know those were euphemisms for sex, but okay, whatever she wants. "It's okay," Rachel says gently. "Dad would want you to be happy." Elizabeth is silent. "Do you miss him?" Rachel asks. Elizabeth quietly ponders how to field this question without doing a spit-take, or laughing out loud. "Yes, I do," she says, actually sounding a little surprised, which I find hilarious. "Me too," Rachel confesses. Elizabeth's eyes moisten, and she smiles and squeezes her stepdaughter's arm.