Jimothy: We saw her -- the body -- pretty much as soon as we walked in. Hard... hard to miss. And the... message.

Cop One: This the one you saw on the wall? We even got the lab boys on it -- there was nothing.
Cop Two: Tell us about the dream, again.

Jimothy: God, do I have to? Where's Tsam? Is she okay?
Cop One: HA! Is she "OKAY"?

Cop Two: She's singin' the nervous prostration blues over in the med slab. Look, you... don't leave town. We might want to talk to you again. But -- go home and get some sleep for now.

[[Jimothy walks home in the winter cold.]]
Jimothy: Sigh.
Jimothy (thinking): Is it wrong I'm still excited about holding her hand?

Dr Quickly: Jimothy -- you didn't read today's handout, did you?
Jimothy: GAH! Professor Quickly?!