Outside, Chuny pointedly shivers and says she should have brought her coat, it'll start snowing again soon, blah. Yes, it's cold. We get it. Luka smiles politely, because he gets it too. Or he did last week. Heh. Sorry. Sally Field comes running up, attired in a weather-inappropriate slip-dress and carrying a paper bag and a suitcase, and kicks it promo-style: "Is this the way to the ER? I'm just a little lost." Chuny tells her to go around front to the walk-ins entrance. Sally looks mildly disconcerted and flounces off to one side in her weather-inappropriate chunky platform slides. Gee, what could it mean that she isn't dressed for the cold? It's not that she's, you know...crazy? Or something? Because I don't think I get it. Yet. Ow. Ow. OW. All right, all right. I get it.

The girl on the gurney protests that she's okay as the paramedic gives the bullet: she suffered a ground-level fall but didn't lose consciousness. Her father climbs out behind the gurney and adds that her school wouldn't let her go back to class until she got checked out. The girl keeps saying she's fine, and Luka asks her name (it's Teresa) and whether she passed out, and they wheel Teresa towards the entrance; Sally clomps along behind them. Chuny tries again to direct her to the other entrance, but Sally blithely tells her that it's cool: "My daughter works here." She chases after Chuny all wanting to chat -- her daughter works in the ER, she brought bagels, bling blah blah, but Chuny has to deal with Teresa, so she disentangles herself and passes Sally off to Frank, who hustles past holding a homeless man by the collar and dumps him in the ambulance bay and threatens to throw him off of Navy Pier if he comes back. Sally looks taken aback at how much Frank sucks. ["That line forms behind Sars." -- Wing Chun]