Author's Note: Yeah! Chapter two!

Tracy and Liz sat down on Tracy's couch, and Tracy turned on the T.V.

"Tracy, what the heck is this?"

Tracy put a finger to his lips. "Shush."

The two watched in silence for several minutes. Tracy stared at the screen intensely.

"Tracy, this is professional checkers."

Tracy turned to Liz, his eyes watery. "No it's not! You don't know anything!"

The two sat in silence for several more minutes.

Tracy turned off the T.V. "Well, if you insist. C'mon, let's go."

Jonathan stepped into Jack's office. "Mr. HorrorPanicDeath in to see you, sir."

Jack looked up from his desk. "What?"

Jonathan looked at his clipboard. "Oh, sorry, he rescheduled. Mr. Sane in to see you, sir."

Jack nodded. Mr. Sane stepped in, and took a seat. He was a very fashionable man, wearing a fedora and sporting some J Crew model stubble.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to remove that hat." said Jack.

Mr. Sane set down a small case. "Um, why?"

"Because I hate it." answered Jack.

Mr. Sane took off his hat. "Mr. Donaghy, I have for you here what could very well be the single biggest problem in America." Mr. Sane took an iPad out of his case. He turned it on, and the screen lit up into a slowly rotating 3-D pie-chart.

"What's that?" asked Jack, already becoming impatient.

"Obesity."

"Isn't Michelle Obama getting on that? Oh wait, the government sucks."

Mr. Sane nodded. "Exactly. Everybody's been getting on the 'go green' train, but few companies have boarded the 'go lose some fat' train, and I think that it's about to leave the station."

Jack stood up and pointed at Mr. Sane. "That's a great metaphor."

"Tracy, this is the fifth lap we've taken around the hallway, and nothing's happened."

Tracy stopped. "That's weird. I do this every morning, and usually I run in to Liz and have a short yet interesting conversation that sets the tone for my day." Tracy shrugged. "There's other stuff to do. Sometimes I watch Grizz and Dotcom's afternoon chess match."

Soon, Tracy and Liz were back on the couch, Grizz and Dotcom in front of them engaged in what had become a very tense game.

Dotcom smiled. "I see your inability to take care of your pawns has left you with few late game options once again."

Grizz leaned back in his chair and folded his hands across his chest.

Dotcom chuckles.

"Overconfident as usual. Remind me, who won the last three games?" said Grizz.

"And maybe you could remind me who went to the New York championships twice?" said Dotcom.

Tracy shook his head. "Nerds. C'mon, Liz." They left the room.

"So this is really what you do all day, huh?" asked Liz.

"No. I only do this on Tuesdays."

Liz did a quick double-take. "Tracy, it's Monday."

Tracy spun to face Liz. "What?"

"Yeah, it's Tuesday."

Tracy narrowed his eyes, then began walking intently down the hall.

Kenneth walked up to Liz. "This is bad, Liz."

"Why? What is Tracy even doing?"

"Well, it seems as though Tracy has been misinformed about the current day of the week."

"So?" Liz could tell that this was probably going to lead to bad things for her.

Kenneth chuckled, then smiled. "Well, you know how he is when that happens."