"... Six or seven weeks. Dara. Uh, I can't... I mean, I could try, but... school? My dad? The weekend is going to be hard enough. He's been really nosy since he's found out what's actually going on behind the scenes here, but... yeah, I can't do longer than that." He was already trying to do the math to see if he had enough bodily fluids to be able to handle the weekend.

Probably not.