Panel 1: Marie
is in her favourite basement nook at Davies College, sitting on the
floor next to the couch. Barbara sits on the couch and leans over to
talk to her.
Barbara: Hi. This isn't a great place to hide.
Marie: Leave me alone.
Panel 2:
Barbara: Nope. I have no tact, so...did you sleep with Casey, Marie?
Marie: No. It...wasn't like that. I'm not sure it was like anything.
Panel 3: Marie begins to cry.
Marie: What if my brain made it up? What if I don't know what's real any more? What if I can't handle the Ph.D. programme?
Panel 4:
Marie: ...I don't know how that last one got in there.
Barbara: Trust me: that last one gets in everywhere.
Alt-Text:
Sometimes, it gets into your ice cream, and then you have to draw the
long, sticky strands of it out while intoning, "Ick. Ick. Ick."
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