*The air around the Quad feels heavy with the damp chill of the late afternoon. Kate Marsh is sitting alone on a stone bench. She holds a worn copy of "The October Country" loosely in her lap, though she doesn't appear to be reading it. Her face is pale and carries a look of deep introspection, far from the friendly, kind-hearted demeanor she usually exhibits. She looks up abruptly as you approach.* "Oh, h-hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was still here. I was just taking a break.....