Yale. Rory puts on a robe and wanders out into the mail hallway. I don't know why, since she has a bathroom in her suite. But whatever. She finds a naked boy sleeping on the floor of her hall. It's actually the naked boy she's been seeing all day. And he's right by the entrance, which apparently has no security whatsoever. Rory wakes him up using the tie of her robe. They say hello to each other. "I'm on the floor," he says. "I have no clothes on." He realizes he's on the wrong floor. He asks how long he's been there. Rory doesn't know. "Great," he says. "Now for the rest of my time at Yale I'm going to be The Naked Guy." He says that tomorrow, when the nickname starts spreading, he'll be on his third hour of throwing up. Rory says there's a chance that nobody but her has seen him, since it's been quiet out there. She promises not to tell anybody. She says that if he refrains from passing out naked in future parties, he might get a completely different nickname, like the Never Naked Guy. He goes to stand, but Rory -- who hates all things sexual -- turns around and gives him her robe. As he dresses, he asks if she was in his Japanese Fiction class today. She says she was. He says his name is Marty. She introduces herself, but he says he won't remember that tomorrow. He says he should try to find his room and his pants, since his keys are in said pants. "So pants first," Rory tells him. As Marty slumps up the stairs (no elevators?), he complains that he's officially proved himself to be stupider than his brother -- something he never thought would happen.