There's a sharp knock knock knock on the senior boys' dorm and Quinn takes a step back, wary to seem too friendly when Jesse opens the door. If Jesse opens the door. If he hadn't written his last message to her and fled into the forest, afraid that she was actually going to... kidnap him, or something.

This is exactly how she wants to spend her Saturday: rounding up dazed and confused students like hyperactive pre-schoolers who get scattered at the fair—an experience she already knows all too well. She slides her Blue Jays cap backwards with a huff.

At least she's not hung over?