Considering what she had been going through lately, the routine of getting lunch in the cafeteria was so normal, so<em>boring</em>as to almost be laughable.  People went about their uncaring lives.  The jocks and the pretty girls cut in line and no one stopped them.  A geek got his food dumped on the floor.  Gossip flew at a speed that called general relativity into question.  "Food", with emphasis on the quotation marks, found its way onto Esther's plate.  A table with no one sitting at it was found.<br/><br/>No sign of Mike and Olivia.  No sign of Band Boy.  No sign of anyone interesting.  Wait, hold that thought.<br/><br/>"Um... d-do you mind if I sit here?"  Marshall, of course.  "Um... I can't find any other tables with open seats."  Not surprising.