The bus stops in the middle of the road, thirty miles from Tree Hill. Whitey calls Nathan and Lucas up from their seats. He says, "Congratulations, boys, in all my years of coaching this has got to be a low point. That little stunt you pulled almost cost us our undefeated record." Well, that would suck. "I don't give a diddly-squat about your issues with your daddy or your girlfriends. As far as I'm concerned you can hate each other until hell freezes over. But if you're going to play on my team." He points to them. "You're going to learn how to work together." Nathan says quietly, "Can't see that happening, Whitey." Woda replies, "Yeah, well you've got thirty some-odd miles to figure it out." Then he smiles in his Woda way. Cut to the bus driving away, leaving Nathan and Luke behind. Nathan says, "They can't just leave us here." Luke replies, "Nice work, idiot." Now, there's a life lesson for you. That one'll be number sixty-five in our World According to Whitey book. Anyone know a publisher?

The bickering starts the minute the bus turns the corner and the boys realize that they are very far from home. Nathan bitches, "This is great, this is just great." Luke tells him to calm down. But that only causes Nathan to bitch some more: "You calm down! My phone's on that bus. My wallet's on that bus." Luke says his wallet's on the bus too. That sweatshirt is so big, it makes Luke look like a scarecrow. Nathan whines, "So what do we do now?" Luke says, "We start walking." And off they go, only this is no yellow brick road; if anything, it's simply paved with good intentions on Whitey's part. You go, Woda.

Peyton paces outside the Pirate's Training Room. Inside, a med student of sorts wraps up Brooke's ankle. She says it's too tight. He moves it. And that's too loose. Ouch! Too tight again. She squints in her sexy Brooke way at him. Then she says, "You're in college, right?" He tells her that he's a junior. She licks her teeth. "I love college guys. You'll be a doctor in two years, right?" He laughs. Brooke leans forward, tilts her head, and keeps right on flirting: "So, tell me Dr. College Boy, if you wanted to give me something for the pain, you could, right?" He tries to resist, but her powers of, ahem, persuasion are quite, well, powerful. Dr. College Boy gets one look at Brooke's legs and turns to mush. She holds out her hand and he opens up the bottle, but before he gives them to her, he asks shyly, "You're not a cop, are you?" Brooke laughs and says no. He gives her one; she asks for another, and he obliges. When Dr. College Boy turns around to get some water from the cooler, Brooke swallows both of the pills, despite the warning that they're extremely strong painkillers and she should only take a half every twelve hours. He turns back around with the water and she says, "Oops! All gone."