In the lounge, Carter reads aloud from his performance review: "On occasion, he has questioned the decision-making of more senior physicians in critical-care settings." Weaver offers to show him a detailed list of instances to which she refers, but he declines fairly politely. As he continues flipping through the sheaf of papers, Weaver says, "Interpersonal skills, how you deal with patients and staff -- all excellent. In fact, it's hard to find fault with your work." "Really?" Carter asks, beaming delightedly, and very sweetly. Weaver continues, "You've made a remarkable comeback from a serious addiction, and I think I speak for everyone when I say that we're proud of you." Carter seems really touched and surprised that she has so many nice things to say. She points out that they're "slammed" and that time is of the essence, so unless he has any questions, he should sign the form and get back out. Carter folds his hands on top of the page and hesitates a few moments with his mouth open, until she prompts, "Is there something you want to talk about?" Carter opens his mouth a little more but before any sound can come out, Lisa shoves open the door in a yellow trauma gown and goggles and says that a multi-victim trauma is coming in, and all personnel is needed. Carter exhales, looking relieved that not only was he saved from making his confession to Weaver, but saved by Lisa herself. Weaver crutches out, and Carter makes to sign the form.