There's an interesting voicemail on the phone.

Sweet!" you replied, having always wanted one yourself and feeling rather jealous.

Switching it on and scanning through the phone, Randall then paused for a moment as you reached the end of the corridor, saying, "Hey, check it out, Tim. Looks like Miss Card has got herself a new voicemail," reading out the date and time, "'Monday the 24th, at 16:36 pm'. That was yesterday, right?"

"Yeah."

"Hm, wonder who was calling then. Guess I'd better check it out, seeing as it is technically for me now."

Standing there, watching and waiting, you saw your friend's face suddenly break into a large grin as he started laughing away to himself, finding whatever the message was rather amusing. "Hah hah, dude, you're not gonna believe this. This is priceless!"

"What is? What does it say?" you asked, curious to find out what was so funny.

"It's from 'Sweaty' Swanson," Randall told you, still laughing, "You know, the Math teacher."

"You mean that really creepy looking bald dude with the big mustache?" you said, having never actually had him as a teacher, but having heard more than your fair share of stories none the less about how much of a perv he was.

"Yeah, him. He's left a message pretty much begging Miss Card for a date. It's fucking hilarious! Here, listen..."

Holding out the the phone and putting it onto speaker, you then listened as Mr. Swanson's rather wheezy middle aged voice began to say, "Hey Laura, it's me again. Phil, Phil Swanson. Just wanted to see if you'd be up for a drink tonight. Now I know you've said no the last couple of times I've asked, but I promise you we'll have a great time together. What happened last time, in the teacher's lounge, well that...that was just a little misunderstanding. Please call me back. I'll be home all night....Hope to talk to you soon."

"Oh my God, that is fucking him!" you laughed, joining Randall in his amusement, actually hearing one of your teachers behaving like a creepy stalker being so weird and yet hilarious at the same time.

"I told you. What a fucking douche, right?"

There was no question there, it being almost impossible to imagine Miss Card ever being interested in a guy like that (no matter how nice or accepting she was). "Jesus!" you chuckled, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of it all, "I can't believe he was actually sleazing onto Miss Card. She's like a million times out of his league..." pausing awkwardly for a second when you realized your mistake, and quickly trying to correct it, "I mean, well she was...y'know what I mean." Thankfully Randall did, flashing you an amused little smirk, obviously being used to people tripping over themselves around him now, before continuing, "Plus isn't he like 50 or something?"

"Yeah, at least," Randall replied, having a far better idea than you did, seeing as he was (or at least had been) in Swanson's class. "Sounds like he did something to put her off though; the whole 'last time in the teacher's lounge was just a little misunderstanding' bit. I wonder what he did."

"Probably dropped his pants in front of her, the old pervert," you chuckled, repeating a rumor that you'd heard long ago.

"Ha ha, yeah," Randall laughed, adding as somewhat of an after thought, "Guess he hasn't heard about the accident then....that's good." Just as you were about to make another little joke about Swanson, a very familiar look suddenly appeared on Randall's face (another look that didn't exactly fit your image of Miss Card), as if a tiny little light bulb had suddenly come on inside his head, enthusiastically proclaiming, "Hey, I should totally message him back!"

"What?! Seriously, dude? We haven't even left the hospital yet, isn't it a bit early for..."

"For what? For having a little fun and giving that creepy old fucker some payback for being a dick to me in Math? No way! This guy deserves it for being such a pervy douche bag. Besides, now that I'm Miss Card, I don't want him creeping all over me. I've got to set him straight."

Deciding not to argue any further, Randall's mind being more than made up, having always had something of a penchant for pranks (and now seemingly being no different), you relented and let him do his thing, stepping back as you watched him hit redial and place the phone up against his ear. After all you figured, he was right; he was Miss Card now, her life was his life, and it was up to him what he was going to do with it - a though that while still strange and difficult to get your head round, you really were going to have to accept.

"Hey there Phil, it's Laura Card here," he said into the phone about ten seconds later, adopting Miss Card's tone and manner (rather accurately it had to be said), before turning a lot more forceful and aggressive, "Now I don't know what the fuck you think you're trying to accomplish phoning me all the fucking time, but I can assure you, you slimy little dick wad, there is no way in hell you're getting into my fucking pants! So why don't you just do yourself a favor and leave me the fuck alone or else I'm going straight to Principle Jackson with this and the we'll see how long you keep your lousy fucking job! You understand me you, you foul breathed little gimp?"

"Holy shit!" you thought to yourself, listening to this, Randall having just unleashed a tirade of **** on his unsuspecting former Math teacher's phone that you could have in now way predicted, having gone more than a little over the top, probably giving the old dude a heart attack or something when he actually listens to it.

Randall didn't seem all that phased by it however, signing off and hanging up the phone, before turning again back to you, still wearing that rather unsettling expression on Miss Card's face that he had been while shouting down the phone. It didn't remain there for long though, as the veneer suddenly cracked and then let out one of the biggest, most self satisfied laughs you'd ever seen. "Oh God, that was awesome! I can't believe how good that felt," he heartily chuckled, practically in hysterics, "I just wish I could have seen the look on his face..."

"Wait a second..." you said, rather shocked, "he actually answered?!"

"Yeah, I could hear the slimy little fucker breathing and stuttering all over the place," Randall responded, clearly far more amused by this fact than you were as his laughter started to slowly die down, "It was funny as hell!"

You on the other hand still couldn't quite believe he'd actually gone and done that, and to a teacher no less; it being like pretty much every students fantasy, but at the same time a sure fire way to get into trouble. "Jesus Christ! What happens when you next see him?" you asked, thinking practically, even if your friend wasn't, "He does work at the same school you know."

Randall had an answer for this too though, telling you quite confidently - far more than you'd seen him act thus far, getting away from your mom and Allison and back to some normal (if you could call it that) teenage guy stuff seemingly having lifting his spirits, "Then I'll say the exact same thing. You think a little weasel like Swanson is gonna stand up to me now? Nah, he just gets his kicks out of lording it up over students. Guy's who are younger and in a weaker position than him. He ain't got the balls to say anything to me now." As he said this, a grin appeared on his face and he gazed down between his legs and chuckled, "Mind you, I don't exactly have 'the balls' myself either..."

"You're completely nuts, you know that!" you told him, finding this too hard not to laugh at, your friend perhaps being a woman now, but having lost none of his rather immature and boyish sense of humor, following up your jibe almost immediately with, "Well I did just have my brain removed, remember?"

Continuing to laugh at this, being amazed that your friend was already making light of the transplant procedure, the two of you then headed out of the hospital and into the parking garage to find the car, Randall explaining in the process how he'd actually come by it (having assumed it would have been taken away after the car crash with the other vehicles). According to him, and to your surprise, Miss Card's parents had come by to visit him last night, dropping it off and wishing him luck with his new life. Apparently they had both reacted pretty well to everything that had happened, being shocked and saddened by their daughter's dead of course, but having quickly come to the decision that it was "for the best" and that it's what she would have wanted if it meant someone else's life could be saved (even if it was in a manner that she never could have expected). They were pretty open minded people it seemed, and gave Randall their blessing to take over her life, telling him to make the most of it before heading off again, explaining that they were going to keep their distance, at least for a while, being okay with the transplant but not really wanting a constant reminder of their daughter's **** walking around while they tried to come to terms with everything. This made sense to you and you were kind of amazed that anyone could be so generous and understanding; Miss Card's folks appearing to be the exact opposite of Randall's own.

For a second you thought about inquiring again about his dad and what had happened earlier, but quickly thought better of it, seeing as he genuinely seemed in a good mood now and not wanting to spoil it, as the two of you then located Randall's new ride.