Joan's walking down the hallway at school when suddenly a giant red plastic bag gets shaken out in front of her face, surprising the heck out of her. Female Custodian God announces, "God's here!" Female Custodian God is wearing some kind of long metal thing hanging from her belt. Me: "What's that? A kirpan?" (Okay, I knew it was way too long and thin to be a kirpan, but it's what came to mind.) Frink: "Cattle prod." Female Custodian God guffaws as she walks along, asking Joan how it's going. Joan: "Why do you ask questions you know the answer to?" For God, are there any other kinds of questions? Female Custodian God says it's to give Joan the opportunity to respond. Joan: "Of course! Thanks for all the extra work at exam time." She tells Joan she's already done most of the work: "The last couple of years? Think of them as kind of a training ground, a spiritual boot camp. You're doing quite well. And I'm God. I should know." They walk outside. Joan says that whatever she's being prepared for, she's not ready. Female Custodian God: "You will be. Oh, look. There's Adam. Why don't you go say hi?" Adam's talking to someone who's leaning against a tree with his back to the camera. Three guesses who that someone is. Joan decides not to fight the mini-assignment and asks, "Were you YaYa?" Female Custodian God: "Why do you ask questions that you know the answer to?" Joan sighs and trudges off. Female Custodian God grabs her long metal thingy, which turns out to be some kind of garbage grabber, like a giant pickle picker, and starts picking up paper.
Joan walks over to Adam, who greets her just as she notices that it's Ryan he's talking to. Adam: "Hey, Jane! You remember Ryan, right?" Joan: "Sure." Ryan, in blue athletic gear, says it's good to see her again. Adam: "Get this: Ryan was just jogging by, and we ran into each other, totally random." He adds that he happened to mention that he's looking for an internship, and Ryan thinks he can arrange one for Adam at the Herald. Joan: "The paper? Where my brother works?" Adam: "He owns it." Ryan chortles a bit as Joan asks, "Owns the paper?" Hmm. Maybe that would explain Kevin's otherwise inexplicably rapid rise through the ranks there. Ryan says he's more like a silent partner. Joan: "So, what are you, like, rich?" Ryan, smugly: "I've been lucky." He turns to Adam and says he'll set up a meeting for next week. He holds out his fist for Adam, who bumps his fist gently into Ryan's. Adam thanks him and says he has to "jet on [his] portfolio." He takes off.