As Susan pushes his wheelchair around the hospital, Mercutio wants to know what she's doing there, and she says she came to see him. He jokes about looking pretty good, and with a little exposition we learn that he'll recover completely after a year of physical therapy, which Mercutio is less than jazzed about. Susan says she's going to cover all his medical bills, which surprises him. But he figures out that something's up. She tells him that she and Bryan are getting married, and they're moving to Italy because Bryan's going to head up the firm's Rome office. "Sounds like Bryan is on a roll," says Mercutio sarcastically, and how Susan keeps from making a joke about Mercutio rolling in his wheelchair I'll never know. "And he wants to adopt Walt," says Susan. Mercutio puts the brake on his wheelchair. "I know this is hard," she says, circling around to face him, "but just think about it." Isn't thinking about that what's making it hard for Mercutio? He's upset, but she starts throwing left and right jabs of "what's best for Walt" at him, and asks him if he's holding on for Walt's sake or his own. Ouch. Getting a lecture from Susan on selfishness? That's painful.
Back on Craphole Island, Walt's still doing such a great job keeping an eye on Mercutio that Hurley has to come up to him and say, "Dude? Your kid's gone," and explains that Walt grabbed his dog and took off. Mercutio looks defeated. "I know where he's gone," he says. Commercials.
So if I'm a high-society wannabe, I should get a camera-phone to take pictures of crappy modern art for my "designer" and I'll also enjoy the side benefit of grabbing evidence for insurance purposes? I'm sold!