|Wednesday, April 23, 2008|
|Panel 1: In
the Davies College quadrangle, the end-of-year barbecue is beginning.
Marie, Casey, and Rahim stand near a brick wall, Rahim holding a burger.|
Marie: Good turnout for the barbecue. Any sign of the annual scandal?
Rahim: Not yet.
Panel 2: They walk across the quad, which is crowded with Junior Fellows.
Casey: All I know is that it's not going to involve me this year.
Marie: Nice to know. So who do you figure?
Panel 3: As they stand next to the common room's large windows, between two ponds, Darren passes them, smirking.
Darren: Yo, Dumont...burn down any houses with people still inside them lately?
Panel 4: Marie is staring at nothing, her eyes bugging out, as Casey and Rahim turn to look at her.
Casey: I'm guessing possibly you.
Rahim: Odds are good at this point.
Alt-Text: You know that sinking feeling you get when you realise that the really important deadline you thought was three weeks from now actually turns out to have been half a year ago? Marie is having a really nasty variation of that feeling in panel four.