|Monday, January 22, 2007|
|Panel 1: Marie, standing somewhere in Davies, is looking tired, paranoid, and extremely apprehensive.|
Marie [thinks]: Three days in. Can't kill my victim. Evil alliances are everywhere. Why didn't I join one?
Panel 2: Marie is in the college foyer, looking at Murder-Game-related postings on the bulletin board.
Marie [thinks]: Wow...thirty-three people dead, and Casey's killed eight. How have I survived this long? Is that someone coming up the stairs?
Panel 3: Marie stands in the corridor, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clasped in front of her.
Marie [thinks]: Food or safety...food or safety...food or safety...
Panel 4: Frankie comes up behind Marie and touches her on the shoulder.
Frankie: You're dead.
Marie: I love you.
Alt-Text: I would have chosen food.