Jackie and Eleanor watch from the doorway, finishing their cigarettes, and talk about how he's probably breaking up with his girlfriend so he can take Jackie to the Prom. "I ... kissed him," Jackie says, feeling warped and ridiculous and more than a little amazed. "Oh my darling!" Eleanor shouts delightfully, "What a wildly entertaining mess you've made!" Melissa gone, Coop stares around for a bit before he spots them, and gives a tiny dorky little-boy wave that probably melts knees in other company. While Eleanor laughs her ass off anew, Jackie storms inside.

Then it's later and Coop is putting a vase of roses on the nurse station counter. "No," she says, and he nods: "Yes." A pack of gum appears. "Don't," she says, and he just winks and struts away, and it's devastatingly cute on one hand and on the other larger hand just devastating. Jackie considers her options, which include at this point fleeing the country, and Zoey arrives. "Dr. Cooper?" she says knowingly, and instead of shutting it down like usual, Jackie honestly just shrugs, eyes wide: "What the hell."

There's a patient coming in who, on sight, causes Zoey to wig completely out: he's the movie reviewer from Good Morning New York, a Mr. Nutterman (played by intergenerational sex object and former Spy Daddy Victor Garber of the Stage and Screen, who frankly would cause me to go a little bit Zoey if he showed up in my personal ER). His arm is all fucked up, and he's got chest pain from some broken ribs. See what had happened was, he was waiting at Ninth and Second with his laptop, and then stepped off the curb. Jackie confirms: "You were working on your laptop and trying to cross Second Avenue at the same time?" He agrees that it sounds stupid when she says it, but the laptop survived without a scratch. Zoey, unable to contain herself one second longer, asks if he was working on a review, and welcomes him in her unnerving way to All Saints.