Piper takes her leave, claiming that she feels all sticky from sparring. She takes her time on the walk home, thoughtful.
Back at the Wayburton's, after a shower, she ducks into her room and pulls out her guitar. A tentative strum, and then she quietly plays, singing along to herself...
Oh, tell me why...
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why...
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why...
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot - shoot -shoo-oo-oot
The whole day down...
______