Panel 1: In Marie's apartment, Casey is lying on the futon, the covers pulled over his head. Marie stands next to him.
Marie: Casey, you've got to eat something.
Casey: Why?
Panel 2: He pulls down the covers. Marie sits down beside him.
Casey: I thought I could make this work, but I can't. I'm broken.
Marie: You're not.
Panel 3:
Casey: I was reduced to a quivering, terrified amnesiac by what was effectively a game of tag.
Panel 4:
Marie: We all have our little quirks.
Casey [pulls the covers over his head again]: I think you should go away now.
Alt-Text: Actually, having someone scream "Murder!" in your ear and go into hysterics when you say hello can be pretty stressful.
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