"And that is the formula for a quadratic equation. Say it with me now: X equals..." So this is how I die, thought Jonah, sinking lower in his desk. Another tragic victim of math. TAP. Something hit the back of his head and fell to the floor. A crumpled ball of paper.

Invariably, it always comes to this. *Bang!* Red, wet, clumps spattered the dock, some sliding into the brackish waters below. She stooped down, delicately scooping the substance onto her finger… before tasting it. “Just as I suspected… raspberry.”