Well, What Now? You Have No Job.

Proximity Doesn't Breed Familiarity.

It Was Clearly One Of Those Mornings When I Was Particularly American.

It Rang And It Rand And It Rang. I Looked At The Screen One Last Time, Then At Stuart, And Then I Reached My Arm Back And Threw The Phone As Hard As I Could (sadly, Not That Far), And It Vanished Into The Snow. The Eight-year-olds, Who Were Truly Fascinated With Our Every Move At This Point, Chased After It. 'lost It,' I Said. 'whoops.

Dr. Everest, Got Up And Gave Us A Little Pep Talk. Mostly It Boiled Down To The Fact That It Was Autumn, And Everyone Was Back, And While That Was A Great Thing, People Better Not Get Cocky Or Misbehave Or He'd Personally Kill Us All. He Didn't Actually Say Those Words, But That Was The Subtext.

Do You Ever Sing In The Car?" "generally Not. But I Am Driving A Police Car." "i Think People Would Like A Singing Policeman. Makes Life Seem More Like A Musical. Like Foot-tastic." "you Can Talk For A Long Time About Nothing." "i Certainly Can, You Charming Man!