|Wednesday, October 18, 2006|
|Panel 1: Marie,
dressed in a long black coat and a scarf and hugging herself against
the blowing snow, walks grumpily across the Davies quadrangle.|
Panel 2: She comes across Casey sitting on a bench, drinking something through a straw.
Panel 3: Marie glares at Casey.
Panel 4: Casey holds his drink out towards her.
Marie [walks away]: I hate you.
Alt-Text: Okay, I admit it: I like the cold too. Maybe not as much as Casey, though.