Alex is rifling through the charts until he finds one that both interests and horrifies him: a gunshot wound to the head. He jumps to action, wondering why a trauma team wasn't called and berating the staff on the floor until a nurse points out his patient. There sits a somewhat disheveled guy reading a magazine, no visible wound in sight.

Cristina's mom is painting Cristina's toenails and talking about redoing her living room. Cristina looks fed up and tells her to stop. (I wonder how she even let her mom get to her feet with the polish in the first place.) The new subject Mom picks is the father of Cristina's baby, and she asks if it was someone she works with, "or just sex." Are those two mutually exclusive now? Cristina rapidly tries to get back to the subject of redecorating, but her mom is on a roll, talking about how Cristina makes such a point of not forming attachments. This breaks Cristina, who yells at her mom to give her just 20 minutes of peace and quiet. She responds to say that the daughter she raised would appreciate her help. Cristina: "The daughter you raised is begging for you to go. Now." Her mom protests that she didn't have to come at all and is very busy, and they bicker (some more) but as she walks out, Cristina asks her to bring back a mocha latte. Her mom hopefully asks if it should be nonfat, but Cristina barks, "No, a FAT one." Her mom grabs her purse and leaves.