Cut to Soliloquy Judy, flat on her back and locked in the stirrups. "How's it going?" she asks. Doc Pap pops up from between her knees and brusquely says, "Still looking. Give me a minute." She slides a huge light out of the way and pulls in a monster light to replace it. She would have been wearing one of those miner hats instead.

"Oh, okay," Judy says weakly. "Let me think about that." Doctor Pap leaves, revealing a disturbing poster on the back of the door. It shows a baby heading through a birth canal during various stages of labor. Judy forces some air into her lungs while I try desperately to uncross my legs. I think they're stuck.

Meanwhile, Jake's strolling through a baby-gift emporium with Zoe. She beelines for a tiny, sterling brush-and-comb set. "Look at this! This is exquisite!" she breathes, holding it out to Jake. He agrees and glances at the price. He yelps as if he's been burned, and says it's a little expensive. He carefully replaces it on the shelf. Jake manages to tear Zoe away from the shelf as a saleswoman approaches. Jake says they're looking for a gift for a baby shower, and the woman asks whether they know the baby's sex. Zoe's about to explain about psychic Tiffany's cosmic gender vibrations, but Jake quickly says that they don't. Zoe looks miffed. The woman offers to pull some things to show them and says she'll be right back. Zoe wanders over to a shelf of quilts and pulls down a blue-and-white one. Jake checks the tag and laughs uncomfortably, saying, "Zoe, you have an uncanny ability to pick the most expensive things in the store." Zoe insists that it's perfect. Jake gently insists that it's too much money, and adds, "Now, we can get her something very nice that I can afford." "Like what?" Zoe pouts. Jake spots a mobile and points it out, but it's not what Zoe wants. He suggests the shoes that she saw on their way into the store. Zoe's set on an expensive gift, even if she has to buy it herself. She informs him, "I have money at home and I can get some from Grace." Jake tries to talk her out of it. "But I want it to be something special," Zoe protests, adding, "Don't you want the baby to have nice things?" Ouch. Jake tries to explain, "It's just a token. It doesn't have to be an enormous gift." Zoe wrinkles her nose in disgust, asking, "What do you mean? It's your baby." Ouch again. She flops down on a bench and mopes into her lap. Jake settles beside her and gently says, "Honey, it's not like it was with you and Grace." She wants to know why not. Before Jake can explain it, the saleswoman returns with an armload of stuff. She starts showing them some tiny outfits, and Jake tries to play them up. "Aren't these cute Zoe?" She won't even look. "I don't want those," she pouts. Jake pleads with her to be reasonable. Zoe quietly says that she doesn't want anything and stands up to leave, adding that she wants to go home. Jake says that she has to get something. Arms folded, Zoe grits, "No I don't. It's your baby. I'm leaving," and storms out. An embarrassed Jake apologizes to the saleswoman and rushes after Zoe.