The hallway is crowded with students passing between classes. Angela looks around and bumps into Jordan Catalano. She asks him if he's seen the girl with the guitar who knows Rickie. Jordan asks if Rickie's still crashing at the warehouse where he brought him the other night. "You brought him somewhere?" asks Angela. Jordan first talks all gruff about his light-a-candle conversation with Rickie: "I'm like, don't waste your match." Then he turns soft when he figures out that Angela's worried. "Come on, I'll bring you there," he says. Aww. They walk down the hall: two great plaid shirts that look great together.
Not off a-wassailing, that's for sure. She and Jordan Catalano crawl under a boarded-up doorway to a dark warehouse. Jordan goes over to give some guy a cigarette. People are huddled under blankets and around trash-can fires. Angela walks down a hallway lined with mattresses and pallets and milk crates. Lots of candles burning, looking as if there was some kind of weird relief effort from Pier 1 at some point. Kids look up at Angela from the mattresses. Someone's coughing somewhere. Angela walks through cautiously. Suddenly, The Song That Makes Our well, you know, that song echoes through the warehouse, and gets clearer as Angela goes up some stairs and down a hallway. Finally she comes upon Raggedy Girl sitting on her mattress strumming her guitar:
Open a window, let in the sun cold is all I know,
Go to the fire, stir it around,
There's really no place for me to go
So make it, make your waaay home
Angela stands and watches, on the verge of crying. This automatically pushes me onto the verge of crying. The freaky thing about this show is, I'd cry over sweater lint if I saw Angela Chase crying over it first. To summarize: Angela nearly crying = me nearly crying. Factor in the Pavlovian tear-inducing effect of the Juliana Hatfield song and I think you'll understand how I'm being emotionally bitch-slapped here.