Sneeze lifted his head. "Yeah, I want to get back together. I know I'm a third year but I feel like a seventh year. I know that doesnt make since. Yeah, to your question. I feel that without you, something is empty, missing. I know we're young, but, I don't know." He put his head back and then noticed his wet hair. He silently cursed and started drying it with a paper towel.

"Does she ever listen to me?"
"Yeah, she does."
"She likes you, James."
"Uh hu, I'm going to listen to the organ that pumps red stuff through my body. Should I, Joe?"
"Yeah, because if you don't she'll threaten to stop working and take a break."
"Oh, don't! Linda, keep up the hard work!"

Sneeze looked down at his pocket that was ringing. He picked up his cell phone. Text message: Yeah, yourn't making it up, James. We exist. Sneeze deleted the message.