Angela's sneaking around the hallways between class periods to put a note in Rickie's locker. She hears a guitar playing in the distance and a Juliana Hatfield-ish voice singing, and she goes to find where it's coming from. "Deep in the night…" sings the voice. Angela goes to the door of a deserted music room where the Raggedy Girl Who Looks Strangely Like Juliana Hatfield is singing and playing her guitar. Close-ups of her fingerless gloves, dirty jeans, and worn boots that may or may not be ragamuffin grunge. Raggedy Girl continues to sing the song that will henceforth be known as The Song That Makes Our Throats Close Up With A Sadness That At First Seems Inexplicable Until We Remember The Rest Of The Episode And Then We Almost Lose It:

Make your, make your waaay home,
Better find the light,
Brave it, brave it aaaa-alone,*
Take a sec-ond chance…

*Spooky-sad high note. Damn it, my eyes are welling up.

Raggedy Girl stops playing and sees Angela for the first time. "Oh, sorry." "No, keep going," says Angela. "I mean --" "I was just leaving," says Raggedly Girl, starting to gather up her stuff. She says that she never used to go to school, and now that she doesn't anymore, she hangs out there all the time. Angela tells her the song was beautiful. "It's just this song I fool around with. I'll probably be working on it forever," says Raggedy Girl. (If you've seen this episode before, you get a bonus Moment Of Choking Back Tears.) Raggedy Girl says she doesn't want to go back outside because she can never get warm. "It's because of my shoes, see?" She shows Angela her boots, which have holes in the sole. She says she had a decent pair, but somebody swiped them while she was sleeping. She gets ready to leave. "You're Angela, right? You're a friend of Rickie's?" "You -- you know Rickie?" gasps Angela. "Uh-huh," says Raggedy Girl, staring at Angela with that strangely otherworldly wandering eye of hers. Juliana Hatfield's, I mean. Angela starts to ask where Rickie is and that she's been worried. "I know," says Raggedy Girl. "You don't have to worry. I've been looking out for him." The end-of-period bell rings and Raggedy Girl leaves. "Wait!" calls Angela. "You have to tell me where Rickie is!" She runs out into the hallway. No sign of Raggedy Girl. Angela thinks, "I would do anything to let her know I care, but I'm only talking to myself -- she isn't there!"