P: Act One, in which she pretends she doesn’t care about him.
P: Act Two, in which he pretends he doesn’t care… and goes right for her.
P: Act Three, in which it all plays out the way she planned it. She’ll eat him alive.
W: We’ve got to stop them.
P: Stop them? You were her excuse for coming here.

M said to let it go. And then, as if on cue, it knocked on the door, head in hands. I told M I was worried I didn’t care, and she said I obviously did because I was thinking and discussing the situation. There’s really far too much going on though, and I really may need to hide.