Djaq was over in Marian's room. She was holding up a beautiful dress and looking at herself in the mirror.

"I wish I were tall like you," she said. "I could never wear something like this."

"I'm not that tall," Marian remarked.

"You're taller than me," Djaq pointed out. "And only a few inches shorter than Robin. There's a foot and a half between me and Will."

Marian laughed.

"I'm sure you can find ways to bridge the gap," she said.

Djaq smiled. "Yes, we're creative."

She changed the subject quickly. "So, as much as I love this dress and think you'll look gorgeous in it, I still don't understand why you and Robin think it's a good idea to crash his fraternity's formal."

Marian opened her mouth to try to explain, but couldn't quite find the words.

"Robin has an absurd effect on me," she said finally. "He can get me to do really stupid things."

"Or maybe it's the other way around," Djaq noted. "It seems to me most of the stupid things he does are because of you."

Marian gave a look of fake shock.

"It's not my fault!"

"I know, I know," Djaq said.

"Speaking of Robin being stupid," Marian said in a different tone. "How do you think he's doing with classes?"

Djaq shook her head. "I have no idea. Personally, I've never seen him do any work. But I don't have any classes with him, so I don't know."

Marian looked concerned.

"But he's brilliant, Marian. I'm sure he's got straight A's without even trying," Djaq said.

"I hope so," she replied. "Now, tell me which shoes you think I should wear?"

Later that night, Marian asked Much to stop by her dorm. She was eager to hear his opinion on Robin's situation.

"To tell the truth," Much said after a moment's hesitation, "I don't think he's doing well at all."

She sighed in disappointment.

"You know that psych midterm we got back? Well, when I asked Robin how he did, he folded it up, tucked it in his pocket and said something about knowing more about the human mind than any professor or textbook and that all it took was a little self-examination or something like that. You know how he is."

Marian nodded and waited for Much to continue.

"Well, the paper fell out of his pocket when he threw his coat down at lunch."

He paused for effect.

"He got a forty-eight percent!"

Marian winced.

"He didn't even pass!"

Much was starting to get upset. "And I try, god knows I try to get him to study. But it's like he has this knew life philosophy and he just doesn't care! You have to talk to him, Marian. They're not gonna let him stay here!"

He added, with great emotion, "And I don't want to be here without him!"

"I don't want to be here without him, either," Marian said quietly.

"Will you talk to him?" Much pleaded.

Marian nodded.

Meanwhile, Robin was with Allan in the student center. They had their feet kicked up, in comfy leather chairs, pulled up to the fireplace.

"I'm not bein' funny, but maybe you should contemplate a different career," Allan said after Robin explained his dire academic circumstances.

"I know," Robin admitted. He stared at the fire. "Sometimes I just don't see the point of being here," he said.

"There are more important things than a college degree. Take it from someone who's not going to get one."

Robin smiled.

"You just have to find out what those things are and fashion your life around them," Allan continued.

"You're sounding unusually wise today," Robin commented.

"Am I? Must be something I ate."

"But you're probably right."

"Of course I'm right!" Allan said.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Now, Marian," Allan started to say. Robin looked up.

"Marian is one of those things, Rob."

Robin nodded. He looked back at the fire and didn't say another word.