Over at "Dr." Dean Delane's office, Kate's sitting there on the massage table, swinging her legs like a five-year-old sitting in an adult's chair. "Dr." Dean comes in and says hello, and when she calls him "doctor," he tells her to call him "Dr. Dean." He's had his face buried in her chart this whole time, and when he finally looks up, they make goo-goo eyes at each other, like, so much for Michael Mendelsohn, I guess. They chit-chat about Kate knowing Claire, who "Dr." Dean calls a nice woman with a "beautiful spine." For he's a chiropractor, you see. He sees beauty in places the rest of us don't. He stands behind Kate and really freaks her out when he starts lowering the massage table. He feels her head and starts rubbing her shoulders, asking her if that's where it hurts, and if the pain is shooting or throbbing, and the answers are "yes" and "a little of both," and he asks how she knows Claire, and Kate is in the middle of saying that they work together when he twists her neck to the right, accompanied by a really loud cracking noise. She screeches, and then asks if that's what's supposed to happen, and he says it is, and then proceeds to do the same thing to the light, which sets Kate laughing. Then tango music starts up, for Christ's sake, as "Dr." Dean proceeds to manhandle Kate all over the massage table while she moans and giggles and squeals. After a good thirty seconds of this, Kate stretches out on the table, eyes closed, smile on her face. "Cigarette? Just kidding," like, unprofessional much? Kate says, "That was mind-blowing," and asks if she can just nap right there, and the "Dr." says it wouldn't be the first time. Then he says, "You seem amazing," whatever that means, and wonders if maybe they could have dinner sometime, like, UNPROFESSIONAL MUCH? Kate looks half-pleased and half-concerned.
Outside, walking around with Victoria and eating ice cream cones, Kate is raving about how much better she feels after "Dr." Dean took control of her body with those "massive hands of his" and she just had to lie there and be submissive, like, we're certainly learning a lot about Kate's preferences, if you ask me. Victoria wonders if Kate got his number. Kate's all, nope! He got mine! Then she wonders if it's against the rules for him to ask her out, which is what I was thinking, at least until Victoria reminded me that it's not like he's actually a doctor (Kate thinks pointing that out is "rude"). Victoria also points out that if things with "Dr." Dean don't work out, she can always bank him for her next Miss Lonely Heart. And then Kate rationalizes it anyway, pointing out that she wasn't in "matchmaker mode" when she found him, and he hit on her. "Don't I deserve to keep him for myself?" Victoria says she thinks she's supposed to say yes to this, which Kate confirms. So she does, and they both scoot off stage right. Commercials.