"Why would there be any - oh my God," Ellen breathes, as realization comes ricocheting in and knocks all confusion askew. Nausea. Cravings. Either she's been lucky enough not to have any of that yet or she's just chalked it up to some other reason. She's late this month, but with everything happening - it's easy to see how she could've believed stress to be the cause.

"You don't think - wait. How would you know? How could you know?" she asks.