Clark takes a moment to bask, and then turns and sees the chick from the woods. She does not look like she just came out of the ground. She looks twitchy and lost. Clark follows her and asks who she is. They stand by the trophy case, and Clark asks her name. She answers, "Sarah," as if she's not really sure that's right. "Sarah Conroy," she says, and nods, like, "This is the name they stuck me with. Not as cool as Van McNulty, but I guess I can live with it. Clark asks what's going on. The twitchy girl looks around and says, "He's after me." Al? Miles? Yeah, they like the young actresses. Clark asks who's after her. "He's always after me," she says. Suddenly, in the reflection of the display case, we see a red hooded figure. It's Death! And everybody ate the salmon mousse! Clark turns, but nobody's there. Well, nobody but Pete, but he hardly counts anymore, does he? Pete asks where Clark's been. Clark asks Pete if he saw that guy. Pete doesn't know what the hell Clark is talking about, and given that he's only got, like, three lines, he doesn't want to waste them talking about some imaginary asshole wearing Kenny's coat from South Park. Clark says that the guy had a big red cape on, and berates Pete for not seeing him. Clark turns to ask the girl about it, but she's gone. Pete doesn't see her either. "The insanity defense," Pete says, apropos of nothing. "I get it." Clark defensively says that he's not insane. Pete says it's insane to miss your history exam when it's worth 50\% of your grade. Oops. "That's today?" Clark asks. Pete says, "It was today. You flunked." Pete shakes his head as he says it, using the same accusatory tone you'd reserve for someone who fucked your dog. Like, "How could you? I just brought him home from the pound. Hasn't he been through enough? You dogfucker." Just like that. Clark is not happy, but at least he didn't have his way with Pete's dog. (That I know of.)