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Visitor: You’re not being hurt, are you?
Cybele: Nuh-uh. But I’m lonely.
Can you stay and talk with me?
Visitor: Any chance you can tell me who your Master is?
Cybele: Nope. Sorry.
Vistor: Oh well. It was worth a try. I’ll have to sneak out if anyone comes by. But until then . . . how are you doing?
Back in D.C., with the real Cohen . . .
Cohen (thinking): Ugh . . .
That’s it . . . starting tomorrow, I’m cutting down on the drinks.
I better not have remembered the date wrong. What a waste of sympathy it would be if it turns out the anniversary of the crash was last month, or something.