Karen sits by Luke's bed, reading basketball statistics. We're into the second day now, and she still hasn't been home or changed her clothes. I'm assuming she has her suitcases at the hospital because she went right there from the airport, so she could have changed, but whatever. Brooke bounces into the hospital room, teasing, "You a big basketball fan?" She's carrying a big cardboard "Get Well Soon" card. Oh Lord. How sixteen-year-old girl. Heh. She says, "I've been suffering through Salinger for him -- would it kill him to read a little Jackie Collins." Brooke takes another horrific picture remnant of the decorating in Harvey's restaurants during the '80s, and puts it on the wall. Karen comes around, asking if she made the card, which by looking at it's large cursive writing and sparkles is an affirmative. There's a picture of Brooke in her cheerleader outfit in the centre, flanked by two strips of those dollar-booth pictures. Brooke figured this summer-camp-grade vanity project would be "nice for Lucas when he wakes up." She explains, "That's us at a Bear Creek game, and those are coasters from where I kicked his butt playing pool." Karen examines the poster for a minute and says, "Nothing from the tattoo parlour." Brooke apologizes: "Okay, that's totally on me. He's just so serious all the time. You know, that I thought a tattoo might lighten him up." Karen asks, "You couldn't take him to a comedy?" Brooke nods, "So you're not a big tattoo fan." Karen: "Not on my son, no." Brooke says she's sorry, and then adds, "I think I could probably set myself on fire and my mom wouldn't notice, so it's kind of hard for me to remember that some moms would." Oh no, Brooke's bonding with the mom; there's no immediate spark like between Karen and Peyton, but it's a little glimmer of hope. At least Brooke's done totally embarrassing herself for now.