|Friday, December 7, 2007|
|Panel 1: In the usual formless void that is somewhere in Davies, Marie and Casey stand together, talking.|
Marie: Listen...d'you want to play squash with me?
Marie: I play maybe once a month with Jackie; I can teach you the basics.
Casey: I told you: I can't. My foot--
Marie: So? Do you think I'm going to laugh at you?
Casey: I think I'm going to fall down and blunder into walls!
Marie: Of course you are; it's squash.
Casey [closes his eyes while pinching the space between them]: Let's try this again...
Alt-Text: It's amazing how easy it is, when playing squash, to injure yourself grievously simply by failing to make contact with the ball.