Instead, she makes her way to the principal's office herself, and scans Agent Kester, identifying him as Chrome Artie (coming awfully close to being spotted herself, if you ask me).

What to do? Seek out Morris and say, "I need you." That's all Morris needs to hear, and Cameron grabs him by the shirt and drags him down the hall.

Cameron peeks through the window in a classroom door into the office as Morris approaches Agent Kester and holds up the phone message slip. "You wanted to see me," he says. "John Baum?" asks Chrome Artie. "Yes sir," says Morris, nervously. Chrome Artie scans him; no match. "Thank you for your time," says Chrome Artie, and walks out. Cameron starts to follow him, but when John calls her name, she quickly abandons Chrome Artie and pulls John aside. "What are you doing?" he says. She makes sure Chrome Artie has gone, and says, "Never mind," and walks away.

Morris, however, is more than happy to spill the beans, since he's got "nerves of steel" and Cameron's a genius for getting the cop off his back. "What cop?" says John. Morris looks around the hallway, but the cop isn't there, and Morris is puzzled like the cop's disappearance is a real mystery, like when you buy a monkey's paw from an eccentric shopkeeper who then vanishes. John goes running off down the hall after Cameron.

John's watching more video of Barbara Chamberlain whining about this project that she can't finish, and she feels like it's become a monster between her and Vick. "Finish it," says Vick. And he strokes her neck. She leans back on the bed, and he strokes her cheek and her lips. Yeah, it always turns my wife on when I robotically order her to finish some work project of hers that's causing us grief. I can see how Barbara was totally fooled by the T-888. The screen goes fuzzy again. John sighs. Just when it looks like we were getting to some good stuff. He turns and is startled to see Cameron sitting there watching. She notes that the T-888 is one smooth operator, when he touched her lips. "I could see that she liked it." What are you doing, asks an exasperated John. Cameron holds her hand out -- she's putting on nail polish. John didn't see the Terminator enter his room, nor smell the nail polish she was applying. RIP, Future John. But that's not what he's talking about -- when she says things like that, what is she doing? Besides making John feel all funny? Cameron says she's just making conversation, which just seems like something she should do.