Jancy, not Nancy, Jancy with a J, works at an office. Jancy, not Nancy, Jancy with a J can try harder than that, can be better than that, can be more herself than herself. Jancy, not Nancy, Jancy with a J, is never going to sit still. Ever. Otherwise she'll end up with cancer like sad/weird/sexy/dead Thomas whose butt is glued to his chair. But Thomas doesn't have cancer. That doesn't matter. He'll probably get it any minute. Because everyone dies of cancer. Everyone. Everyone dies. But if you never sit still, you never die. Ever. Right?