|Wednesday, October 1, 2008|
|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.
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?
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."