It's time for mom to get discharged. Jackie takes an extra long amount of time, and care, in arranging the woman's jacket, all the while reassuring Stephanie that she can handle this. Mom's already better, it's going to be okay. She pats her softly, and goes back to mom's jacket, and all the time Stephanie watches her: the care with which Jackie arranges her mother, speaks softly, touches her kindly.

Then it's later and Jackie's giving Eddie hell about his lunch date with Coop -- "What next, he's gonna buy you a houseboat?" -- and the whole time Jackie's ravaging the Harmacy, taking down bottle after bottle, because their insurance is for shit and somebody's gotta show her the ropes, and she's so strong already, and he calls her a good egg and she disagrees, and he goes in for a kiss but only gets a peck, and the whole time she's clearing the shelves, while they talk, and it's all for Stephanie.

For Stephanie's mom, I mean.

"You have my cell, day or night, and Dr. Cooper told me to tell you what a great job you're doing. He's very impressed." She hands the bag of pills over to Stephanie, who declares that she could have gotten them for herself. That she didn't need the help, but accepts it gratefully. Jackie laughs expansively, a laugh she doesn't really feel, and reminds her she's got more important things to do, like that spelling test tomorrow. Stephanie steps through the doors and Jackie, not wanting to lose sight of her, calls out, "Daffodil!" She spells it perfectly, and leaves smiling, looking so young, and Jackie watches through the glass until they're out of sight, looking so tired.

Jackie picks up some dropped flashcards on the floor around her desk, listening to the East Europeans screeching at each other, and pulls out a marker and some bright yellow cards from her desk. Jackie brings the cards in, to the stroke patient, and Cliché Mom clichés and bitches, and when she hands him the cards he knows exactly what to do. He hands two to his wife: Shut the fuck up, a card says. Seriously, a card says. He sighs and stares at the ceiling, and Jackie almost winks at him. Work from the outside in.

Akalitus finds a taser on the floor and boards the elevator, screaming "Danger!" and calling bullshit on everybody in the world and complaining that she's running a special ed playschool, and of course immediately tasers herself. The doors close and she goes down, all her things flying everywhere, and when Thor approaches a few seconds later and the doors open, she's still flopping around like a mermaid out of water. "Been there, sister. Fifteen minutes and you're good as new." He tries to help her up, but she struggles.