a long time ago, in an institute far...away in New York...

Someone is tapping her foot.

A lot.

For a while.




And then she's sticking her head back through the door--literally--to roll her eyes at her roommate.

"Kiddo, come on. Stevie's already threatened us with extra laps if we show up late again."

Okay, so this ignores the possibility of portals that take you immediately to where you need to be. Or the fact that running really isn't a big concern for either of them.

It's the thought that counts!