Vic Vic comes to the door with a genuinely interested expression. “Epson! Have you decided to take up sociology?”
”Uh, no… that is, I haven’t I just…” you say.
”I see,” says Vic Vic, “or maybe more to the point: I don’t. Anyway, I’m afraid Émile Durkheim is not going to step in and take over the class for me, so while it has been lovely to have this little conversation, I’ll have to ask you to allow me to return to my class.” And with that he closes the door in your face.
Do you accept defeat and wander off into the rain, never to hope to ask Bae about her fax machine. (goto 68)
Or do you resolve to wait patiently until the class ends. (goto 02)