Cameron had been typing at Dr. Harper's desk when the door to his office opened. Foreman had walked inside with an urgent look on his face and begun closing the curtains, and she had barely spared him a glance. "Hello, Foreman. Fancy seeing you here."

"Yeah, I know how to pick a day. What's up with all the cameras? You see that?"

"Yeah, they ambushed me earlier," she answered dryly. She removed her reading glasses, watching him loiter by the curtains. "Foreman, they're only going to see you if you're looking."

He looked at her, and she had been surprised by the look of urgency on his face. "What's wrong?"

"I may have lost my temper. I was definitely videotaped."

"Uh-oh." She waited until he had sat down across from her, on the other side of the desk. "What did you do?"

"I...knocked a pretty expensive camera to the ground. And I snapped. I verbally...snapped."

She had scoffed at him. "Can't wait to see that."

He had just stared at her.

"What brings you here? I'm kind of busy."

"Everyone is. It's a hospital."

They had smiled at each other, but the warmth between them was not a campfire, under a romantic sky. It was a candle in harsh winds. "Look," he'd said. "Whatever we're doing here, these dates...I'm enjoying it. But we need to stop for awhile. Just a bit."

"Why? Is it something I did?"

"No, it's my son. Marcus got him to agree to visit. And I want to focus on him as long as he's here. I don't want to mess this up."

Cameron frowned prettily at him. "Well, I don't want you to mess it up. It's about time he got to know you."

"So you're...you're not angry with me?"

"No." She shook her head, reaching for her reading glasses. "Whatever we're doing is new. Travis comes first; he has to. And whenever you're ready, I'll be here."

The office had been filled only with the sound of the keyboard as he processed her words. She had looked over and smiled at him; but clearly, Foreman had interrupted something important. He had left the diagnostician's office without another word and bumped into Cuddy, who was protecting Park. Together, the three of them managed to make it past the cameras.

Now, Foreman looked nervously over at his small, weird passenger. "Care for some music?"

"No. Thank you."

Foreman concentrated on his driving for awhile, until her shrill voice broke the peace.

"The groceries I bought from you yesterday, was that the regular price? I mean, I thought we were friends."

Luckily Foreman's phone rang. He eagerly answered it. "Yes." At the still unfamiliar voice, his eyes flitted down to the clock glowing back at him. "Okay, good. I'll be waiting."

He hung up and Park shifted nervously as he turned off his signal light and increased his speed, blowing straight through instead, under the green lights. "Where are you going?"

"Airport." He looked at her and shrugged, smiling. "Sorry."