|Friday, October 5, 2007|
|Panel 1: Marie, smiling, walks down a Davies hallway, heading for her residence room.|
Marie [thinks]: Poor Baldwin...thinking he has a chance with someone like Frankie.
Panel 2: Marie passes Barbara, who is standing in the hallway outside her own room. Music is coming from somewhere nearby.
Marie [thinks]: I'm glad I don't...fall for people that easily. It gives me time to concentrate on my studies. And...and...
Panel 3: The music continues. Marie's eyes widen as Barbara watches her.
Marie [thinks]: Casey...is playing...celestially gorgeous music...on his violin...
Panel 4: Marie, distinctly flushed, presses a hand to her heart.
Marie [thinks]: Not having a crush not having a crush not having a crush not having a crush not having a crush--
Barbara: Odd...I sense a great hypocrisy in the Force.
Alt-Text: That's no crush; that's a space station!