When we come back, Ephram is in his studio with some dude he met on the internet. Kind of. He explains to the guy -- whom you probably know from High Fidelity, but who is best known to me as "Chad the Child Technician" from Jerry Maguire, shut up I love that movie -- that, as he said on Craigslist, all "this stuff" has got to go. Chad asks if that includes all the furniture, too, because he's already formed quite a friendship with the couch he's lying on. Ephram says he's happy for them both, and explains how some of his equipment works. Chad finds everything "excellent," and gets out his checkbook while filling in Ephram on his new band: "Punk meets new wave meets LeAnn Rimes -- her early stuff. It's very excellent." Awesome. Chad says he wants everything, and asks if the "baby G" piano is for sale. Ephram says the piano is not included. Chad asks if he's given up on the dream. Ephram says kind of, and that he's going to Europe for an undetermined amount of time, to get his head together. Chad would like to know, then, what Ephram is doing holding on to the piano. And out it goes.

Abbott/Brown Office. Treat informs Patch that this is the second day in a row he's been late. Patch says he had to pick up a few things from the pharmacy. Treat says he covered Patch's 9:00 appointment. Patch is like, "You want a thank you? I covered your ass plenty of times last year." Treat says he certainly doesn't mind taking more of his patients. Patch says he can't do this with him right now, and drops the bomb: Rose has cancer. Treat doesn't know what to say, and says so. Patch tells Treat that Rose has a tumor encroaching on her spine. "Can you imagine what kind of pain she's in, because I can't." Treat asks what stage. "2B," Patch answers. "I just thought Rose was havin' a little spell, nothing to be too alarmed about, why would I be? The woman barely sneezes at the height of flu season." Treat says that's a good sign; it shows that she's strong. Patch agrees cynically, "Yep, nothing slows her down. Mayor of Everwood, mother of two, she can take care of the whole world and still have dinner on the table by six." He says that Rose looked at her the night before, as they were getting into bed, and he saw fear in her eyes for the first time ever -- and there's nothing he can say to help, because he's scared as hell too. "So what good am I, huh?" He sweeps all the contents of his desk onto the floor. "And it's all my fault." Treat asks why that is. Patch says Rose came to him weeks, maybe even months, ago complaining that her back was hurting, and she wasn't feeling right. Treat says there's no way he could know. Patch says of course not, but if she'd been a patient he would have run tests immediately. "My own wife. I promised her 'through sickness and health,' and the very moment she needs me, I just...failed her." Treat says nothing. Patch hears his 10:00 come in, and goes out to meet them.