All of the people hang out in the field.

Courtney turns her head towards the stereo, which is playing a loud sound that is about music. In the sky, there is a large break in the general silence of the field, rest the sound about the music. In the courtyard, Courtney turns to face the rest of the field. What kind of music is that? Courtney faces her advisor. "We're all sort of fucked," he says.

Courtney imagines the large face of George Lucas, facing a built in iSight camera. "What does George Lucas think about my situation?" The imagined George Lucas tilts his head downward at a brief angle in order to make himself slightly more alluring.

Courtney sits down in the field and thinks about Windows XP. Courtney feels sick to her stomach, and attempts to think about Windows XP to another degree.