|Friday, July 27, 2007|
|Panel 1: Casey
is sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall, his arm around Marie,
who is huddled against him. Casey has fallen asleep. The clock on the
ledge at the head of the bed reads "12:00."|
Panel 2: Casey wakes up and twists around to face her.
Casey: Marie. Is it...are you okay? It's something about your parents, isn't--
Marie: I don't talk about it. It wasn't supposed to happen this year. And it won't happen next year. I'll handle it...somehow. I'm fine.
Marie: Except that I really, really need to go to the bathroom.
Casey: No surprises there.
Alt-Text: Frankly, I don't understand how she lasted fifteen freaking hours, but I do have some friends who can do that.