Visitor: You’re not being hurt, are you?

Cybele: Nuh-uh.

Can you stay and talk with me?

Visitor: Any chance you can tell me who your Master is?

Cybele: Nope. Sorry.

Vistor: Oh well. It was worth a try. I’ll have to sneak out if anyone comes by. But until then . . . how are you doing?

Back in D.C., with the real Cohen . . .


Cohen (thinking): Ugh . . .

That’s it . . . starting tomorrow, I’m cutting down on the drinks.


I better not have remembered the date wrong. What a waste of sympathy it would be if it turns out the anniversary of the crash was last month, or something.