Lydia: So, I'm still here! Sucks, I know. And no luck giving Mary the entire life makeover she so desperately needs. Whatever. But I was snooping through her artwork the other day and I found something kind of surpri--

Mary: I think someone's in the attic. 

Lydia: What? No... someone in the attic, why would you think that? 

Mary: I-I heard singing from the ceiling. 

Lydia: Was it good?

Mary: Lydia, focus! Someone. In. The attic! 

Lydia: Mmm... that sounds like divine intervention. Maybe you're being called to a higher purpose. Or it might be aliens - it's probably aliens. 

Mary: No, this is serious, I-we need to call the cops. 

Lydia: Okay, fine, it's just John. John, umm, he's this guy who answered this flyer that I put up about renting out your attic. 

Mary: I'm sorry, you did what now?

Lydia: It's just for a couple days, I'll totes split the money with you!

Mary: Do you even know who this guy is? I mean, why does he need to hide out in my attic? This screams "international jewel thief."

Lydia: That would be exciting, harboring a fugitive!

Mary: Also illegal! 

Lydia: But totes hot, am I right? Plus, he seems like a decent enough guy. 

Mary: Oh my god, Lydia! You know who else seemed like a "decent enough guy"? Charles Manson!

Lydia: Ew I know you like his music, but he is way gross. 

Mary: That's not the sa-- never mind. You need to get this John guy out of here before my parents get home and kill us both, if he doesn't first!

Lydia: I am just trying to make some money so my family doesn't have to live on the streets! (sighs) Okay fine, I'll make him leave. 

Mary: And if he tries to murder you while you're up there, try to scream really loudly so I know to run, okay? 

Lydia: Dramatic much?

Mary: I did not complete my intense studies on Baroque art just to get murdered in my sleep by a strange man sleeping in my attic. 

Lydia: Wow, you have no sense of adventure. 

Mary: Just fix it!