|Monday, October 14, 2013|
|Panel 1: Casey is scrunched into a little ball on Marie's futon. Marie approaches him.|
Marie: I think maybe we should...uh......what's with you?
Panel 2: She sits down, and he sits up.
Casey: I'm not sure. I keep thinking I'm not here.
Panel 3: She stares at him.
Marie: Uh...where are you, then?
Casey: Somewhere with showtunes, possibly in the forties.
Alt-Text: It was a good decade for showtunes.