Huh, I imagined Will's locker as very neat and tidy with some advanced algebra books in it, a couple of photos of him and his swords. Maybe he has a hat hanging up in it. And then in walks Steve, the jock with the letterman jacket. Strutting with an anorexic cheerleader on each arm, he barely gives Will a look before he shoves him into his own locker. "Someday, it won't be like this," Will thinks. "Someday." Hopefully, someone will know his combination is 012, the age he was when he met Liz...
What were we talking about?