At Aaron's house, the couch-sleeping Tracy has just woken up from a flashback-nightmare to her stint in Afghanistan. Aaron rushes out to comfort his distraught daughter, but she pushes him away and hops over to get her prosthetic. She tells Aaron she doesn't want to talk about it, but Aaron's like, "If you'd like to compare traumas, let's talk about grieving a dead child." He adds, "I had your grave exhumed two months ago because I was convinced you were alive." So ... we're up to early December now? Eight weeks have passed since the flashforward? Shouldn't Janis be knocked up by now if she's going to be seventeen weeks pregnant in another four months?
Ahem -- back to the scene. Aaron lays down an ultimatum: "If you want to keep hiding out here, if you want me to keep pretending to the world -- your mom included -- that you're still dead, you have to tell me what happened. After what I saw in my flashforward, I'd believe anything you say now. Listen to me, Trace: four months from now, I'm going to be sitting at your side in Afghanistan. You saw it and I saw it. I'm going to get involved with whatever it is. So let's just cut to the chase and get started."
Back at Our Lady of the Mood Lighting Memorial Hospital, Olivia is dismayed to find out that despite her best efforts, Dylan Simcoe -- and, by extension, Lloyd -- are still not off her roster or out of her life. Bryce asks, "Why are you so anxious to get rid of [Dylan]? Is it his dad, Mr. Simcoe?" Olivia's like, "NO, I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH HIM -- I mean, what makes you say that?" Bryce explains, "You guys have a weird relationship. Every time he comes around, you get crazy tense and --" And speak of the devil, Lloyd's right here. Olivia tries hard to look casual but really, she's about to jump out of her skin. Lloyd asks what the ramifications of Dylan's newly-discovered D.V.T. are, and Simon inserts himself into the conversation with "Would it be safe to leave the boy's bedside for a while? [He snatches Dylan's chart out of Olivia's hands.] I see that you have him on heparin. Now, the risk of complications at his dosage is relatively minimal, am I right?" Olivia asks, "I'm sorry -- and you are?" Simon turns on the charm and says, "I'm a friend of the family. Frankly, I was hoping to pry Lloyd away from the hospital for a little while. I mean, the boy is ready for discharge if I've read this chart correctly." Olivia's all, "Pry away, my good man. Pry away!" Simon says edgily to Lloyd, "There -- you've been absolved of any guilt, parental or otherwise." Lloyd looks at his conversational companions and says acidly, "Lovely. Thanks for your help." Olivia's happy to help herself to an exit. As she and Bryce skedaddle down the hall, Simon checks out Olivia's legs and asks Lloyd if he's sleeping with the doctor. Lloyd huffily says, "That's none of your concern, Simon." Au contraire, Lloyd: "Everything you do is my concern since you pressed send on that idiotic e-mail of yours, which brings me to the purpose of my visit."