¶ … Colleen -- but then again, when you're dealing with food services, every day's a long day. As she made her way toward the stairs and away from the brooding purgatory that is the HUB (name of cafeteria), shutting off the lights behind her like a row of fluorescent dominoes, the clock on the wall read "10:45." The sound of the door shutting at the top of the stairwell signaled the end of another day at the HUB. Actually, perhaps this was not true. Just as the door was shutting above, the lights down below flickered on once again to reveal a ghostly line of customers stretching from the "Pizza Hut" station to the cash register. Near the end of the line, Mohandas Gandhi stood with a cup of tea and a veggie wrap balanced on his tray. Martin Luther King stood next to him, his...

Meanwhile, Elizabeth Wolgast only wanted a donut, but blocking her way was a fellow who kept droning on about justice and geometry. Behind them, Carol Gilligan was helping Dorothy Day reach a container of 2% milk. Over by the sandwich case, John Locke was speaking in an undertone with a man in a robe who. A moment before while reaching for a Greek salad, this robed character had snapped, "Hey, what's the big idea?!" when startled by Locke.
"I just don't feel comfortable coming here after the place has closed," Locke whispered. "What gives us the right to use the HUB like this? And anyway, you know that if Hayek shows up again he's going to make a scene." The man in the robe was about to tell Locke that he thought the whole thing was a…