"Hey, dork-mate. You bored too?" Michelle - or MJ as you knew her - nonchalantly asked as soon as you entered the room, kicked back on the sofa with a book.

You ended up as MJ's dormmate at MIT, and for the most part she was pretty chill, often offering her 'sage wisdom', whether prompted or otherwise. But every so often you'd notice this sad, uncertain look in her eyes, like she wasn't sure why she was sad. You never brought it up to her though, figuring it was none of your business.