She laughs, and partly it's from being on her ass in the cold snow, and partly it's at the memory. "Well, Johnny was half the reason," she says, pushing her hair out of her face. "The other half is it was three am, in the middle of finals, and I needed that cold snap to stay awake. I'd run out of coffee."

And sleep? Sleep clearly wasn't happening: it was finals in biology at Harvard. None of them were sleeping until it was over, except maybe Bruce. He'd always been miles enough ahead of the rest of them that way that he was probably doing fine. But he also probably would have stayed up in solidarity.