May, 1987

Michael clenched his teeth as he watched Lindsay and Roger dancing, though it was really more of an extremely tight embrace. They were barely even moving, just swaying slightly to the music as Roger's hand moved progressively lower on her back. Who did he think he was, doing that in front of everyone, including her brother? And why was Lindsay letting him? And wearing that short dress…

"You and your sister are really close, huh?" Lisa said.

"What? Oh, uh, yeah, I guess," Michael said, suddenly remembering that he was dancing with her. "Well, you know, we're twins."

"It seems like you really care about her," she said, her tone inexplicably frosty.

"Oh. Well, I do."

"I can tell."

"Oh. Yeah." He didn't know why she looked so annoyed. Wasn't it a good thing to care about your sister?

"Do you have any siblings?" he asked, making a desperate stab at conversation.

"No."

"Oh."