"I think you're going crazy."
Jay looked at his best friend incredulously.
"I think you're going crazy, dude," Masterson replied, leaning back on Jay's ratty couch.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well," he said slowly. "Your girlfriend just left you...and you're willing to resort to witchcraft to get her back."
Jay threw up his hands, marching back into the tiny kitchen to escape the apparent madness Masterson was speaking.
"I'm willing to do anything to get her back, that's how love works, man!"
"Okay, okay," Masterson said, raising his hands in surrender. "I have one request, though."
"We have to do this with some semblance of logic, so while you're out on your witch hunt, we should at least develop a back up plan to make her realize she still loves you."
Jay mulled over his words, thinking that if his sudden faith in the supernatural proved faulty, he should have a plan B.
"That makes sense," he complied, reaching for the phone book on the coffee table and settling down to flip through the pages.
"What are you doing?" Masterson chuckled.
"I'm looking for psychics and stuff. You know, people that ca-"
"Forget the phone book," Masterson exclaimed suddenly, smacking the heavy mass out of Jay's hands. "You remember those two weirdos in high school?"
Jay furrowed his brow.
"That one girl with the crazy hair, you said she was cute at the last reunion?"
Jay nodded, her face popping up in his mind.
"They still live here in town..."
They looked at each other, the plan developing in their brains.
"They might not be witches, but they sure knew how to work people."
"Remember the time the little blonde one flunked out of biology, but she still made it to AP chem by convincing the teacher to let her pass?"
"Yeah, that was weird."
"I bet they're still weird."
They grinned at each other.