You haven’t seen Monika all day at school, and you’ve been really worried about her. You come to her house to check on her, and she’s bundled up in bed with a box of tissues beside her and a plastic bag to use as a “trash bag”. She tries to speak up, but her voice is a little weak because of her fever.

Hey…. Sorry I wasn’t at school today. Did I miss anything important? Did you pick up my homework, if I had any?

She sneezes, and a small rubber ducky appears in her lap; her powers go crazy when she’s sick, so this is normal.

Damn it. Not again…. Sorry about that.