The One With Nicole Lopez, RN

I’m at my parents’ house when I get a text from Aidan Williams. I’m confused as to what he would want from me, but see that he’s texted me a picture of a sonogram. I go to text him a picture of my own in response when a text from Veronica Garis comes up. She’s also sending me a sonogram with a caption about how she’s with a new guy — not her boyfriend, Kyle — and that they’ve always wanted kids. I get ready to send her a sonogram as well … Blake, Renee, and I are in a hospital when Nicole Lopez walks through a set of double doors wearing scrubs. I remember that she’s now a nurse (not in real life) and watch as she walks up to a bulletin board with a colleague. One of us makes a snide remark, and Nicole says loudly enough for us to hear, “I start most days out crying.” I feel a little bad, but I pretend that I don’t care … I’m Lady Gaga and I’m at some kind of weird, tented food festival. I’m standing under a tent alone, surrounded by small rainbow flag merchandise. I hear a voiceover I did for something where I’m defending the LGBT community. I say something about how people should be able to love who they love and how some women are attracted to me. I end up walking to another tent for some food and seeing a young lesbian girl (she looks kind of like Allison George’s trans cousin) staring at me. I do a goofy wave to her and her friend and they giggle … It’s nighttime. I’m on a street in what looks like a neighborhood with my family and a big group of people. Everyone is running and yelling because there’s a tornado coming. In the commotion, we get separated from Brody and have to wait for him to catch up. In the sky, I can see two clearly formed tornadoes dropping down. One of us says something about how when a tornado comes, you need to get on the ground and lay in a yellow patch of grass. We sit on a median with dead grass and don’t move. I think about how if it starts getting close, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep from running. After a few minutes, we realize the tornado must not be coming this way. We walk to a small house on a corner lot as a weird, homeless-looking guy staggers toward us. I end up inside the house looking at an old dog — possibly Socks, the Korpis’ dog — in the doorway. I pat its head and think of Sneaker.