|Friday, May 11, 2012|
|Panel 1: In Marie's apartment, Marie glares at Casey.|
Marie: Okay. Who are you, and what have you done with Casey?
Marie: Yesterday, you were a lost little puppy dog who thought he was in medieval Spain.
Casey: I was just confused.
Panel 3: He hugs her.
Casey: I know this is hard for you. I promise it'll sort itself out. It just has to...stabilise.
Panel 4: He is smirking again.
Marie: Will that make the diabolical smirk of terror go away?
Casey: Anything's possible.
Alt-Text: "It could make it worse. Why, yes, that WAS just the sound of all the glass in your apartment shattering."