Commercials. Oh, Pam and Jim! I believe we can work this whole thing out! Or Jim will fall in love with ME and we will run away and be happy forever and ever and ever. Shut up, Michael.
Odessa. Claire's getting books out of her locker while Nerdeo lectures her on the whole you-were-almost-raped-and-then-murdered-and-all-you-want-to-do-is-be-normal attitude that she's currently working. "He was drunk," she says. "It was an accident." "Which part was an accident?" he asks in disgust. "The rape or the murder?" Amen, brother. They discuss Claire's appearance on the coroner's table, and Nerdeo speculates that maybe when the branch was pulled out of her head, her brain rebooted or something. "I'm not a hard drive," Claire says in a snotty tone. "No, you're Little Miss Miracle-Gro," he retorts. Heh. Nerdeo wants her to tell someone about Jock the Rapist, but she doesn't want to because she doesn't have a mark on her. And here's where this scenario just starts to smell of stale limburger cheese to me. Because, on the one hand, Claire doesn't want anyone to know of her powers, but on the other, she's SHOWING UP AT SCHOOL where the RAPIST IS and she no longer HAS A HOLE IN HER HEAD. I think that someone, namely HER RAPIST, is going to know something's up here. Especially since he DRAGGED HER ASS TO THE RIVER and tried to GET RID OF HER DEAD BODY. Unless she sports a large scar in the shape of a chicken foot on the side of her head, I'd say the jig, she is up.
Claire says that all Jock the Rapist knows is that he was drunk and she's not dead. How drunk was he that he thought clearly enough to dispose of her damn body? I've been extremely, wickedly drunk before (yesterday, in fact), and I remember everything. Even when it's something horribly embarrassing like falling down someone's front steps and landing on my face. In poo. Nope. Couldn't forget something like THAT now could I? Just then, Jackie the Cheertator shows up and asks Claire what happened to her last night. Jock the Rapist is tagging along, and he is clearly spooked by Claire's appearance. Claire laughingly says she was really drunk last night and therefore has NO idea what happened. Jock the Rapist runs off to the bathroom and passes a younger blonde girl who shoots him a look. She stops and looks at Claire and they share a moment as the eerie Wendy and Lisa piano music leads us to the next scene.