The doctors prepare Miss Radfafa for her steroids. Chase takes a moment to point out to Miss Radfafa that she hasn't had many visitors, and asks if she has a boyfriend or any friends, like, I'm sure a reminder of how UTTERLY ALONE she is in this world and how no one would miss her if she died will put Miss Radfafa on the road to recovery there. It turns out that since Miss Radfafa doesn't have anyone in her life to devote time to, she has lots of free time for herself, which she spends studying medicine. So she knows that Chase's explanation of how they're stopping radiation therapy to try the steroid "alternative treatment" is a LIE. Steroids aren't an alternative to radiation. Chase and Cameron exchange looks, and then Cameron admits that they're treating her for vasculitis. Miss Radfafa is so happy that she doesn't have a deadly brain tumor that she doesn't find it all at strange and wrong that getting any information from her doctors is like pulling teeth. Out in the hallway, Chase is pissed at Cameron for giving Radfafa what may very well be "false hope." There's nothing stopping them from just telling her exactly what's going on with her own body, and that the steroid treatment is a shot in the dark, is there?
Foreman sniffs a carpet. We're in Miss Radfafa's classroom, and her kids are very curious as to why this strange man is sniffing around near their pants. Under the watchful eye of Miss Melanie, Foreman explains that he's smelling the carpet for mold or any other possible causes of their teacher's malfunction. He asks if they have any class pets, and the cute little girl from the pre-credits scene happily says that they used to have a gerbil until one of her classmates dropped a book on it. Shouldn't she be a little bit upset about that? It's traumatic to see a cute little furry thing get squished! My sixth-grade class pet was a frog, and one day it escaped from its terrarium environment. Two weeks and a few suspicious smells later, we found poor Peepers behind a counter, dried-out and stiff as a board. The girls screamed. The guys took turns daring each other to poke it. We were all shocked and upset. But I guess five-year-olds don't get very attached to adorable rodents. The girl says that they also have a parrot. That must be one of those fancy-dancy private schools, to be able to afford carpets and a whiteboard and a tropical bird like that.