Somebody asked me to the Raven. I was sure it'd be Tyler, or perhaps Xavier. But no. It was Enid's friend. The tolerable one. And oddly enough, I found myself accepting her invitation. It was all Thing's fault however.

It wasn't too bad surprisingly. She was much more of a gentleman than Tyler ever was. But to get to the point, we were dancing. She opted for a slow dance, and for some reason I agreed. What is wrong with me?

"Slow dancing is not my thing. But you're lucky I was taught."