With a sneaking suspicion that she forgot something, Sage walks back to the Tavern despite the cold and drizzly weather.

Tiptoeing to the lavatory door, it is as she feared. She hears breathing, muttering, and snatches of a song coming from the room. Pushing the door gently open, she reaches over with a long Philips head screwdriver and tightens that darned latch that tends to trap people when it becomes loose.

Letting the loo door close noiselessly behind her, she stops at the bar for a sip of a smooth amaretto, then lets herself out of the Tavern again and heads for home.