The class disperses. Joey, still looking pained, chases "Professor Wilder" out of the classroom and down the stairs. Catching a glimpse of her tortured face, Wilder laughs that Joey "doesn't like that C very much." She doesn't, she says. In fact, she's wondering what she can do to "make that C less of a C." Wilder informs her that, actually, there is -- she can rewrite it. "How can I do that?" Joey asks, following him out into the quad in the ugliest pair of capris I've ever seen. While my response would have been something along the lines of "Well, Joey, first, you need to turn on your computer. And then, start typing," Wilder isn't nearly as mean as I am. He gives her some half-assed and entirely non-constructive advice, which includes asking her about "the boy" in the story. Joey squeals that he's coming to visit her that very weekend! Instead of reminding Joey that she doesn't need to rely entirely on factual events when writing fiction, Wilder nods knowingly. "The problem with your story, Joey Potter, is that it ends at the moment it should begin," he says, squinting down at her. Joey stares at him, maybe wondering why everyone she knows feels compelled to call her by her full name. Wilder raises his brows at her, and then takes off across campus to seduce more nubile undergraduates. She makes a perplexed face and stares after him.