Turning away, Carter sees Pratt and hands him an envelope. He's got one for Gallant, too. "Match day!" Gallant grins. "I thought you matched here already." Pratt shares that it was just a one-year transitional thing. Gallant tears open his envelope and crows that he's been matched to County. Pratt offers condolences, but Gallant apparently requested it. Maybe he gets off on Romano's tyranny. Maybe it feels like boot camp to him. Carter passes again and congratulates his charge on the match. Pratt rubs his envelope on his forehead. "Talk to me, baby. Talk to me, baby," he murmurs, opening it. His face breaks into a wide grin. He begins to laugh. "I got Northwestern. I'm going uptown, baby!" he cheers. Then he starts bowing to no one in particular and doing a little victory jig. Weaver walks by and dumps a chart in his hand. "What's this?" he protests. "LOL with phlebitis," she says. There they are again, the "ph" and the "b" sounds. If you are my doctor and you want to scare me, diagnose me with something that has a lot of those consonants in it, and as few vowels as possible. Pratt complains, but Weaver casually points out that if he has time to boogie, he's got time for phlebitis.
Elizabeth wheels Mac out of the trauma room and gripes that she sure hopes his brain will survive the lack of perfusion. Man, me too. Gosh. I really do. Now, what is that again? Presumably Mac lost oxygen to the noggin, and if that's not right, well, it doesn't matter that much. Abby ditches them and rushes to the desk to ask Frank whether her brother has called. "I thought he disappeared," Frank blinks. I love that Frank is on top of all this stuff. Abby bites her tongue, takes a deep breath, and then asks where Jerry is. "Break," Frank replies. The phone rings and Frank answers. "That him?" Abby asks breathlessly. "Nope," Frank says glibly.
Gordana sidles up to the desk and politely asks Abby to tell Luka that she's heading out. "He should be back in a minute," Abby promises. "We just sent that trauma upstairs." Then, gingerly, Abby introduces herself and shakes Gordana's hand. Gordana re-exposits that she and Luka are med-school chums. "He was what you'd call a character back then," Gordana smiles. "Luka?" Abby asks curiously. Gordana fondly remembers what a practical joker he was, to fellow students and professors alike. "You could always tell when Luka was in the building because you'd hear him laughing," Gordana says. And also, the floors were wet with drool. "You know that laugh of his," she adds. Abby stares at her and then twitches her lips in a combination of interest, sadness, and disbelief. Then Abby shakes her head. "He...doesn't really laugh much at work," Abby offers. Gordana's face falls a tad. "He seems like he's changed," Gordana frets diplomatically. "Well, there's the unrequited love he had for a women bearing another man's twins, and the dead Bishop, and our ugly breakup, and the medical flubs, and the drinking, and the broken Dodge Penis, and the really bad chick from Popular, and the sexing up of patients' mothers, and the mood swings," Abby says. "We always knew he'd be the one who made it big," Gordana weeps proudly. Actually, Abby just says he's been through a lot, and Gordana sadly admits that she thought she'd come over and find him married to an American recapper -- fine, "supermodel" -- and have three kids and a dog. "His wife, Danijela, would've wanted that," she muses. Abby seems affected.