The door creaks open and Stilly walks in on a gush of muggy warm Texas spring weather. Affecting a Texas drawl, she calls for attention:

Y'all pull yerselves away from slobbering on the granite counter top a minute and look out this here window:

The old tavern is right over there in Max's back yard! And there's the gravel parking lot beside it, complete with room for the Auroch barbecue pit. I don't think he quite expected all of us in his basement.

I already took a look in--Bert's card is still over on the old bar, waiting to be used to pay for all of this. And I see a tentacle flapping at the western door--I bet that's your pal Mr. Squid.

You have to figure that the outage this morning was Max trying to be polite and figure out how to evict all of these Tavern denizens from his basement. Don't wake the babies when you tiptoe out of the house and back to the old tavern.

Besides, there might be a few folks back in the recovery ward who don't even know all of this happened. Has anyone been back to check on them? And Nurse Ratched? How is she?