Lucy greets Valerie as she gets out of a cab. Foreshadowing leaves a nasty finger-bruise on my thigh as Lucy and Valerie exchange perky dialogue: Valerie had just sat down to pancakes when they called her, Lucy is so glad Valerie called her, "news worth missing breakfast for," Valerie forgot her slippers but Lucy will get her a new pair "to go with your new heart," Lucy will get herself a barrette or a ponytail holder or a banana clip or something, anything, to put. Her lank, unwashed, overstreaked hair. UP. Well, except for that last part.

Anyhow. Carol sits at a terminal, yawning. "I'm Sorry" Dave Malucci asks Carol about a chart and whether she faxed an EKG and why he didn't get a call about it; Carol answers him shortly while smothering another yawn. Dave says mildly, "Oh, here's the problem -- paper jam. Fax it again, will you, Carol?" Carol gives him a look that would bend a rebar. Um, Carol? Nobody made you come back to work. No, maybe you can't support the twins on your own, but if you won't accept Doug's help, you've got nobody to blame but yourself, so give the put-upon routine a rest. I don't mean to sound unsympathetic towards new moms or single moms -- just towards this particular one. Cleo "Data" Finch asks if anyone has seen the films for a broken ankle, and Amira bitches, "Don't hold your breath." Carol explains that without water, radiology can't process the X-rays, and they don't know how long they'll have to wait. As Cleo strolls past him, Peter "Touched By An Android" Benton snorts before observing, a little too casually, that if the water shortage keeps up, "some of us might get out of here in time to go grab something to eat." "Sounds like fun," Cleo says neutrally while leafing through a chart. "Yeah?" Peter says hopefully. Cleo says briskly, "Have a good time," and walks away. Peter frowns. Ouch! Dissed by the cyborg!