A skater dude named Darius is coming off an ambulance. Susan is tending to his leg; he was hit by a car. "Have you seen Eric?" Abby asks. Susan points to a newsstand -- he wanted cigarettes, and she wanted him to buy her a lottery ticket. "It's $87 million," she shrugs. "You realize you have a better chance of being hit by a car," Abby offers. Darius glares at her. "Is that supposed to be funny?" he sneers. Darius and my inner critic should get together for beer and bowling.
Abby makes her way to Eric, who's lighting up a smoke just as she arrives. He's also purchasing a copy of The National Enquirer, because Jody's enquiring mind wants to know. Abby scolds him for smoking, but the best reason she can think of to mock the habit -- being a puffer herself -- is, "No one starts over the age of twenty-five." Eric smiles. "I'm a late bloomer," he says. "You smoked since you were, what, eight?" Abby pretends to be amused, then tells him that Jody seems to be feeling better. "She's not pregnant," Abby adds, pointedly. "Was that a possibility?" Eric asks densely. "You tell me," Abby mothers. They have an irritating exchange about what Eric would've done if Jody was pregnant, ending with his basically telling Abby to stop fussing about his sex life. But Abby thinks the whole scenario smells, and not just because she hasn't washed the puke off her hospital clogs. She's freaked out that Eric showed up randomly with a strange girlfriend who could've been pregnant -- "But isn't," Eric interjects -- and having taken weeks of leave to fly around like lovebirds in an expensive rented plane. "I forgot, you're a financial wizard," Eric brats. "Don't mock me," Abby scolds. "I'm not the one who's..." "In love?" Eric finishes. Oh, puke. Except Jody already did that. Abby can't believe her ears. "Is that such a bad thing?" he defends himself. An old man on the El forces an end to this scene by screaming and waving his hands, like some sort of crusty, gesticulating angel. Abby sends Eric running for a gurney and trots up to find Sarah, Erin's missing patient, passed out on her back on the stairs. She's unconscious. "She might wake up if I kissed her," the old man offers quite sincerely. And that kiss, crusty and illicit though it would be, might have more chemistry than any other love relationship on this improbably spark-free show.