Well done. As long as nobody knows which part's healthcare and which part's cinema, they both get to be both. Keep them guessing and you never have to explain: you can just run to another room in your life, and leave them behind. Rats aren't crazy, they are survivors. Your tragedy is always your strategy, and vice versa: she does this shit because it works.

Addicts are like little kids in that they have the narcissist's sense of other people's carelessness. We spend all our time worrying what people will say, what people will think, but what addicts and little kids know is that a shocking amount of the time people won't say or think anything, because they're too busy indulging themselves -- mostly in their own fear about this same thing -- to really take notice of what you're doing. If somebody's watching you, make 'em guess; a little razzle-dazzle. Because five minutes from now they're going to be back contemplating themselves, and you can go back to doing what you want. Even Coop, who feels weirded out for about two seconds before looking around himself and yelling, "Aw, man! I thought we were getting a Pyxis!"

"Okay, but how unflattering?" Zoey asks the boys about her ugly scrubs, and Thor compares her sadly to a donkey. "What if he wakes up and sees me wearing kiddie scrubs?" she asks, and they point out that he could just die. Or what if he's blind, and the rest of the world are the ones watching her mope around in the grey scrubs.

What if the thing she did to herself, to punish herself for her own crimes, ended up hurting everybody around her instead? Wouldn't that be shitty?

"It takes a village," Thor says, and is willing to fight for that interpretation of the saying, but then a hot mess walks in. They all want her: that tantalizing mix of supermodel, insanity and bus crash. Thor calls dibs and Zoey -- who can't do patient care anyway -- whines, but Mo-Mo says the chick would eat her alive. He's not kidding. Thor goes, "Hi, how can I help you?" and without prelude she shouts, "Fucking DOMINICAN!" Thor is, of course, Norwegian. She continues: "Hop off the raft and New York state gives you a flatiron and a salon on Essex Street, no questions asked?" She flips back her hoodie, revealing a horrible burnt-looking bald spot down the right part in her hair.