Panel 1: Marie is at her dining-room table, working on her laptop; books are spread out on the table in front of her
Casey [from off panel, weakly]: ......Marie?
Panel 2: Marie runs over to the futon. Casey is sitting up and clutching his head.
Marie: Feeling better?
Casey: I think so. I...don't really remember coming here.
Panel 3:
Casey [startled]: Something's happened to my hair.
Marie: Rahim cut it.
Panel 4:
Casey: That explains the faint recollection of withering sarcasm.
Marie: It would, yes.
Alt-Text: When you think of all the things Rahim could have done with those scissors...
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