So, Joey's walking home alone down the freezing, freezing streets of Boston, and Charlie's following her on his bike, trying to get her to let him give her a ride. If you know what I mean. And I know that you do. Joey rolls her eyes and finally walks over to him and tells him, very seriously, that maybe, just maybe, there is another part of her. "Another girl that lives deep inside of me. And everyone once in a while, she lets loose and does something that might blow some people's minds. But Charlie? If you ever mention her or anything she might have done tonight to another person, I'll completely deny knowing anything about her." And with that, she walks off. Charlie stares at her. "Fun hanging out with you tonight, Joey, Smart Girl From Worthington," he calls, as he puts on his tiny little penis-shaped helmet. "Good night, Charlie," Joey says. And then Charlie drives off into the night. And Joey smiles to herself and thinks about how she ought to really get out of the house more often.