Joan follows him out and demands to know why he didn't tell her this was going to happen: "I could have stopped it!" He replies, "Events unfold after choices are made, Joan." She wonders, tearfully, "But why couldn't she see all the other choices she had?" Doctor God glances at Judith through the glass: "It's about juggling, remember? Good choice, bad one. Good friends, bad ones. Light, dark. It's hard. You said so yourself." A nurse enters Judith's room, and while the door's open, she says, "Hey…Doc…don't take away my only friend…" Joan comes back into the room, as Doctor God gives Judith a smile and a fluttery Godwave. Joan's upset: "Oh…no, that's not true. You have lots of friends. Good ones." She's crying a bit. Judith: "Do not cry. I will be officially pissed if you cry." This strikes me hard, because my mother wouldn't let us cry in her hospital room when she was dying, either. Joan tries to pull it together. Judith suggests that she juggle. Joan: "What?" Judith: "You said you could do it. I wanna see." Joan's a little irritated: "No, not now." Judith's dead serious (pun definitely not intended): "You promised. You gonna back out on me when I'm in this shape?" Judith looks over at a table near the window and says, "Use those." Sniffling, Joan complies by grabbing three bandage rolls. She laughs a little before starting to juggle. She gets through one cycle before fumbling. She says she had it before, as she retrieves the bandage roll she dropped. Judith tells her she's too tense: "You need to relax." Joan tries again, goofs it up, and says, "I swear I had it before." Judith: "Don't try to control it. Just focus on the catching." Frink thinks they should be using the Chariots of Fire music here. Joan tries again, and gets through a couple of cycles this time.