Echo refused to bring us any more food to our room, which I understood. I wouldn't either. Morrissey did, though - and Jon, of course - and I wondered if that caused a rift between Morrissey and Echo since they were roommates. I hoped not.

"How's Echo?" I asked Morrissey when she dropped off our breakfast Monday morning.

She shrugged, the gesture carrying a lot more meaning than when anyone else did it, because normally she just gave everyone her dark ...