Jeff barely looked up from his phone as he walked into the study room and took his usual seat. "Ok, I'm here." He continued texting for a few moments before looking up from his phone, seeing six pairs of eyes looking back at him. "Can I help you with something?"

"You are aware that we have to get this assignment right, or else we'll fail biology. Right?" Shirley said.

"Yes I know Shirley. But come on, how hard can it be? All we have to do is create a portable habitat. Just put some straw in a show box, stick a hamster in it and we're done."

"I think Professor Kane is going to want a little more effort than that." Britta said.

"And we're not using my hamster. She's still traumatized from that maze Abed and Troy made her run. " Joey said.

"That was an awesome maze. It had trap doors, and moats, and pits, and water that sprayed her if she walked on the wrong tile." Troy said excitedly.

"I don't care. Betsey now shakes anytime I take her out of her cage."

"What kind of a name is Betsey for a hamster anyway?" Britta said mockingly.

"A gay name." Pierce said with a smirk.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were queen of animal names Burbles. Explain why you think Betsey is a bad name for a hamster but Daniel is a great name for a cat."

"OK!" Jeff yelled, hoping he could stop their latest round of arguments before it started. "Let's put a time out on arguing about animal names and focus on this stupid project." Jeff groaned in frustration as Britta and Joey glared at each other. The two of them hadn't gotten along at all ever since that very first study meeting. He thought she was a phony who didn't really care about helping people, and she thought he was a jerk who only wanted women to wait on him hand and foot. "Can you please put a lid on your arguing until we get this done?"

"Fine." Britta grumbled.

"I'll do it if Blondie does it." Joey said under his breath.

"If you call me Blondie one more time-."

"You'll what, stop investing in blond hair dye? You know that's bad for the ozone layer, right?" Joey said with a smirk.

"OH, THAT IS-." Britta jumped up, ready to pummel the man. "My hair is as natural as the day I was born!"

"If you say so." He laughed as he started packing up his stuff, readjusting his glasses out of habit. "OK, I have an eye exam I have to get to, so I'll see everyone tomorrow."

"Will you-?"

"Yes Troy, I'm e-mailing everyone my notes once I type them up. Adios byebyos."

Britta groaned as Joey left the room. "Explain to me again why we don't kick him out?"

"Well, he does help us study. And with the exception of you he seems to get along with everyone." Abed said.

"Plus aren't we always saying we're family, and that family sticks together or what not." Shirley said.

"I don't care, he's maddening. I'd take Pierce any day over him."

Pierce smiled before frowning and looking over at Britta "Hey! Was that a complement or an insult?"

"Sounded like a little bit of both. But I could be wrong." Abed said.

Just then Britta looked over and a slow smile came across her face. "Well look what we have here." She reached over the table and grabbed the pen that was lying on the table in front of Joey's spot. "Seems Mr. Misogynistic forgot his pen. Maybe I'll see how well it holds up after driving over it"

"Um, Britta." Shirley sweetly said. "It's not nice to steal someone's property."

"I don't care. This pen has a date with death."

"Ok, Britta relax." Jeff said.

"No, you relax Jeff. Or are you scared that if you do, my pen will fall out!"

"You precocious little bitch!"

Jeff quickly pushed his chair back, shaking his head at what he saw. He was so focused that he didn't notice everyone stop arguing and look over at him.

"Jeff, are you ok sweetie?" Shirley asked.

"Yea, you look like you just saw a ghost." Troy said.

"I'm, I'm fine. Just sick of everyone arguing. Let's just study all ready."

Everyone still looked concerned, but let the matter go as they finally started actually studying. Jeff was glad they weren't talking to him. He was shocked enough by what he saw. He had been sitting there when all of a sudden something flashed through his mind, as clear as if it was actually happening. He was in the study room arguing with a young woman. They were furious with each other and then they started quickly taking off their clothes. But somehow he knew they weren't removing their clothes to have sex. For one thing Britta was right there with them (and she had clearly shot down his suggestions at a three way when they were sleeping together last year.) Also it just seemed too heated for that to be the case. Though he had no idea why they were stripping down in the study room.

"Excuse me, I'll be back in a sec." Leaving his stuff Jeff quickly walked to the bathroom. Once there he splashed cold water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror. What was that, he thought. Did he just have a stroke and seeing things that never happened was a symptom? He put two fingers on his neck to feel his pulse, but it seemed fine. He breathed in and out and was able to do that with no problem. Maybe nothing was physically wrong with him in spite of what happened.

He tried to place where he might know the woman from, but he had never seen her before in his life. She had appeared young, and while he didn't get a real good look at her, seemed pretty attractive. The only real feature he was able to remember was her eyes. She had these almost unnaturally big blue eyes. While they blazed in anger in his vision, he suspected they could hold a great many emotions in them.

He scoffed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was getting sappy over some imaginary woman. That was a new low even for him, and he had attacked the study table with an ax not that long ago. If he had to guess he probably saw her in a movie, and for some reason associated her in his life because he was bored. Yea, that was what happened.

Jeff splashed water on his face one more time before drying it off and leaving the bathroom to return back to the study room. Once he got there he saw Joey yelling at Britta while she stood on the table, holding his pen high above her.

Yup, everything's normal, he thought.