Neal gazes glassy-eyed at his ruined party with a hollow smile on his face. He has a sting on his left hand that he's ignoring. There's nothing he can do now, after all. He can't protect freshmen from angry wasps, and the chaos is dying down a little. "I should have planned better," he considers. But he won't be defeated! No! Not even by wasps! "Next year will be better!"