Shirley watched as Abed entered into his own world. Eyes glazed over and his face tilted about 65 degrees towards the left. Troy idly watched his compadre and began to hum a beat to himself. Britta passed a glance Abed's way and smiled to herself. Shirley found herself wondering what it felt like to be free spirited and creative like Abed. To enter an empty room and cover it in tape, and catch yourself fighting against Blorgons. To dress up as a Punch Kicker or Space Inspector Man, and actually get a taste of the SuperHero World.

She sometimes wished she could have a lack of emotion, just an idle expressionlessness. To come forth to her husband after one of his late nights and tilt her head casually and mutter to herself dinner is on the counter. 'Butter Noodles,' head tilt towards kitchen, 'counter,' then maybe add a causal hand twirl. Shirley looked over at Abed once more he was focused again, he wasn't speaking but he was definitely with the Study Group once more. He was keeping up with the moving lips and the many movements of hands.
'It can't be that bad to wander into my own thoughts,' Shirley questioned looking towards the couches in the back of the study rooms. She imagined herself in her younger days coming home from being teased. Big Cheddar… that name still brought tears to her eyes.

Shirley envisioned the young her on her way home from playing foosball at the local REC center. Imagined her childhood self-plopping on the couch in her cousins house. The beat up couch and old box cable TV. A new episode of The Cosby Show was playing. She remembered how her cheeks would heat up whenever Theo would walk on the screen. He was the man of her dreams back then. His smooth voice as he got older, and his style got flyer.
'Theodore Huxtable, will you take Shirley to be your lovely wedded wife,' the reverend would ask on their wedding day. Shirley now in her eighteen year old body looked over at Theo. His eyes sparkled as a tear fell and he replied, 'yes.' Shirley leaned in and kissed him before the reverend could conclude the service.

She felt Theo's hands cup her waist and she began to float Int-… "SHIRLEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING," Annie's voice shattered Shirley's thoughts and sent her crashing back into her seat in the study room. Embarrassed by how far she drifted into her thoughts she scanned her friends faces for their reactions. She knew there was a good reason she didn't drift off. Nothing good came to her mind wandering away from reality. "Oh my, Annie," she started in her sweet voice. Her mind was too rattled to comment, or think of a good lie.
She began to rattle her fingers on the table.
"Shirley was probably wondering how long will Britta continue rattling on about Cat's Rights," Jeff said casting the Winger eyebrow quirk towards Annie. "I'll have you know that every year thousands of cats are…" Britta was interrupted by a cascading torrent of paper airplanes and a couple erasers. "Alright when your rights are being held down by the Man's fascist ways, you guys will all be regretting not jumping on this train."

Britta then imitates a locomotive and moves her hands in huge circles. All eyes fall on Jeff for last words towards Britta to end the session, but Pierce interjects Britta's dance with a zinger. "I support you Britta all the way," He says causing everyone's jaw to drop. "You do," she says. "Why of course, I feel the world has gotten to scared to protect this cause," Pierce guffawed. "Wait for it,"Troy counted to three on his hand. "Pussy is power," Pierce chided , the entire room groaned and exited immediately.