Weaver gazes through the glass door of the Psych ward, and sees Mitchell with her back turned, behind the desk. Weaver taps lightly on the door. Mitchell looks over her shoulder and shakes her head "no." Wait, didn't Lisa let herself into the Psych ward last week using her ID tag? Shouldn't Weaver be able to do that, too? I guess not. Or else the continuity person's already left for summer vacation. Weaver knocks more loudly, and Mitchell relents and lets her in. Weaver urgently crutches around the bend, and goes into an empty exam room with Mitchell, who ruefully says she's surprised her code still works. "It's not gonna happen, Kim," Weaver says throatily. Mitchell crosses her arms and asks, "What isn't?" Weaver says that the administration can't fire Mitchell, "not legally." Mitchell quietly says, "No, they always intended to fire me. They would have done it sooner if they could have, but they needed to build up a nice, thick Human Resource file first." "Which is completely bogus!" Weaver exclaims. "They'll never get away with it!" Mitchell says that they already have. "Only if you let them," Weaver replies, all fire in the belly. Mitchell bitterly cocks her eyebrow and murmurs, "It's not worth the effort. I'm really not interested in working for a place that doesn't want me here." Weaver's voice starts to break as she mumbles, "No, you have the right to due process! We can find a civil-rights attorney!" "'We'?" Mitchell drawls. Weaver is silent, stung. Finally she says, "It's not right, Kim. You know why they're firing you. You have to fight it. You have to fight this!" Mitchell starts to cry, ruefully replying, "I'm supposed to fight? You're hiding, but I'm supposed to fight. Well, I'm sorry, but I don't want to fight. I just want to move on. So should you." Mitchell stomps out. Weaver stands alone, the unshed tears magnifying her eyes.