Walking into the room with a large bottle of good red French wine on her salver, Thisbe gazes around in astonishment at the mess in the room. "I have only been away for a few minutes--when that nice DougR came in and bought drinks all around I went to retreive this French Independence wine to serve.

Nurse Ratched was acting a little funny back there near the wine cellar, and wanted to set up the electro-shock machine. I TOLD her it wouldn't work on me, my head is a polymer resin and there is no frontal lobe to shock. . .

The statuesque figure moves through the room offering wine to those who are still upright and who have something resembling a vessel to hold the fine drink. She reaches down to pat the head of the child under the tree, and asks quietly "would you like to help decorate the tree? Most of the ornaments are up on the rafters, and the kitties and ducks can help you, but there is a box of stuff behind the bar also. And while you're at it, the Nissetroll needs to be made comfortable in someplace where she can guard the tree but not be seen by most of the crowd. Up in the rafters, I think. She has a big job ahead of her! Look--there's a harness you can try out. Moonglow can show you how to put it on." Visions of a manic Peter Pan performance drift through the empty chamber of Thisbe's cranium. . .

"Mr. Rapaire, may I assist you to your feet? Let's find you a place next to this nice lady in the thong and red fur-lined teddie."