The crowd clears a path for Tom to walk out, following the same slimy trail where he came in. Seriously, you guys. What do these Skitters use for a moisturizer? Tom passes Matt, who has heard everything. Instead of whining about how he needs a new baseball glove or whatever, Matt mans up and tells Tom to go get 'em. Seriously, though, who is going to clean up that mess? School janitors always get the worst of it.
Cut back to Hal, just returning to consciousness and looking a little banged up. He sees an unconscious Karen being dragged away by two zombie kids, one of whom is Ben. Hal calls to Ben, but it's no use. He seems not to be too concerned about his girlfriend, which I guess is how things are when you've got the entire living teenage lady population on your jock. Suddenly, a light shines on Hal. A Mech is at the other end of it. This can't be good, right? A Skitter skitters in front of him, followed by a zombie parade of five harnessed kids. One of those kids has a hipster mullet and so deserves what's about to happen right now. The Skitter points at Hal, then at the harnessed kids and makes some sort of unholy noise. As Hal watches, the Mech totally laser blasts the kids dead. Hal screams a whole bunch and we have a commercial break during which to think about how much damn therapy he's going to need if the world ever gets right again.
When we return, Dr. Wings and Dr. Anne Glass are preparing to operate on Rick, as assistants Dai and Lourdes lurk. Anne notes that Mike told her that Rick has cystic fibrosis. Dr. Wings is surprised, noting that he didn't hear anything in Rick's lungs. In any case, he's on supplemental oxygen, so as long as his airways remain clear it shouldn't be a problem. Rick lays face down on a makeshift operating table as Dr. Wings gets his tools in order. He says that if they had access to modern hospitals and labs this all could have been figured out in a matter of hours. Yes, but if they had access to modern hospitals and labs, they probably also wouldn't be forced to conduct this sort of an operation. As it were, Dr. Wings says, they have relied on educated guesses and trial and error. No wonder they killed a bunch of kids already.
Weaver enters and asks what he can do to help. Dr. Wings practically whips out his dick and whacks Weaver with it as he says, "You can stay out of my way." Weaver gives him the old side-eye, but is clearly out of his element. Dr. Wings explains to the others that the whole idea of this new operation is to expose as much needle as possible. He means the needles that attach the harnesses to the spine, of course. Weaver pipes in to say that pulling out the needles kills the harnessed kids and it takes all the restraint that Dr. Wings has not to just say, "Duh." Instead, he picks up a blowtorch and explains that they're cutting them instead. He says that he learned that the hard way and Weaver replies, "So did a lot of people." Burn! Dr. Wings would very much like Weaver to get out, but Weaver just stands there, looking suspicious of Dr. Wings with his button-down shirt and blowtorch and suspicious amount of hair product for a post-apocalyptic context. Meanwhile, I bet if Pope can swipe that blowtorch, he'll find a way to make a nice crème brulee.