The Fray does not open the next day, much to everyone's frustration.
"The longer it cooks, the worse it'll be when it finally breaks through," Dr. Summers grumbles, swiping angrily at her tablet.
"We're as prepared as we can be," Dr. Sloane says reassuringly. "I'd rather sit around waiting for it than not know it's coming."
Noel is also feeling the frustration. The sooner the Fray is dealt with, the sooner he can go back home. His phone is heavy in his back pocket, two missed calls from Beckett burning in his voicemail and he doesn't dare listen to them, sick at the very idea of what his brother might have said.
What if this little excursion annoys him so much that he talks to their father? What if he convinces their father to renege on whatever benevolence made him drop the issue of Noel quitting? Noel's palms start sweating every time he thinks about it.
