The Nor'east door creaks open and in trudges SINSULL with a dog in tow. "He's been barking his fool head off out there. Why didn't you let the poor thing in?" She grabs a towel from the bar and dries off the mangy mutt then heads to a back table to sip Jack Daniels and watch the festivities. The dog snuggles down by the fire and dreams of roast pork...