We see a bunch of candles and lights. It's Luke's room, where he's typing away at his laptop when Joan knocks and enters. She asks what he's doing; he says, "Rehearsing for my part in the big musical." Pause. "I'm studying. What else do I do? And no, I won't do your math." She doesn't want him to do her homework; she just wants to talk. Luke seems skeptical about that. Frink points out the Stephen Hawking poster behind Luke: "Cool." Luke's room generally looks like a monument to math-and-science geekdom. Joan ventures: "So you're a science geek, right?" Luke replies, "I prefer 'man of science,' but..." She asks if he believes in God. Luke: "Sure. It's logical." He goes on, while Joan nods as if she knows what he's talking about, "If you accept the special theory of relativity, which I do, and the laws of thermodynamics, which I do, and then you throw in the fact that light is conscious, which it appears to be, you know...how can you argue?" I look at Frink and we shrug at each other, mystified as to how this adds up to evidence of God's existence. Joan wonders if Luke thinks God could just be walking around in the world. Luke: "Like a person?" He puts his feet up on his desk as he considers this. "Hmm...um...Joan, it's not empirically inconsistent. Because everything is energy and energy can manifest itself in any form, depending on its rate of vibration." Joan: "So God could vibrate himself into the form of a really hot guy about my age?" I'm not touching the phrasing of that one with a ten-foot Magic Wand. Luke sighs with annoyance and says, "See, I knew there was a guy in this." Joan: "Yes, or no..." Luke gives her a look. Joan: "It could happen?" Luke: "As the great physicist Faraday once said, 'Nothing is too wonderful to be true.'" What a great line. Love that. Joan looks mildly bolstered by this.

In the halls at school, Joan's friends buttonhole her about the cute guy they've seen her talking to. They want the dirt. Joan's a little freaked to realize they actually saw him too. She wants to know what he looked like and they're like, girl, what is your problem? She insists they describe him, so they do. She's all, "I knew it! You saw him. He's just a guy." One friend asks if she's okay; Joan says she's fine, and that he's not hey boyfriend, he's just some weirdo who started talking to her on the bus. Her other friend asks if she's going to go out with him. Joan: "No, I'm telling you, he's crazy. He thinks he's God." Friend: "What else is new?"