Franklin rapped on the door.

"Hey Frank." Tommy grinned as he opened door. "How was Stanton?"

"Boring. Which means I'm so looking forward to Basics of Contract Law."

"What until you get to Advanced Torts?"

"Great." Franklin rolled his eyes. "In the meantime perhaps you know what happened to my bed."

"Your bed?"

"Yeah. I came by after orientation to drop off my stuff before lunch and I had two beds in my room. Now there's only one."

"So nothing happened to YOUR bed?" A voice piped up.

Franklin sighed. "What difference does that make?"

"Franklin, Franklin." Franklin shrugged off the arm Douglas draped around his shoulders. "You are about to be a lawyer. Words matter. The exact way you say something can make the difference between making your case or getting objected to death."

"Fine. Douglas. Do you and Thomas know what happened to my roommate's bed?"

Tommy pulled open the door. "It's right here."

"Why?"

"Prank the new guy."

"Prank the new guy? What are we 12?"

"Classes start in three days and it's going to be serious time major. What's the harm in a little immaturity? Gets the blood flowing."

"What exactly is your plan here?"

"Guy shows up, sees only one bed and guess that Toby told him the wrong room."

"When he runs off to find Toby we put the stuff back and blaze out to play some ball."

"Kind of basic isn't it?"

"Well we only had a couple of hours."

Franklin took a peek at his watch. "Whatever. I've got an hour to pick up the last of my books and be back here to meet this guy who has equal odds of being the worlds biggest dick or my best buddy for the next three years."

"Don't worry, Frankie. If this Murdock guy is a total dick, we've got your back."

Frankie shook his head. "That is equal parts comforting and horrifying."