[Fuzzy timeline. Once she's back through the door.]
[Voicemail, left for Bruce W] I think I'm coming down with something, which means you're on your own tonight. Try not to get pepper sprayed by some harmless old person. I can't have you blinded before the gala. [Tease.] You have two left feet even with perfect vision.
I was aroused last night from my slumber by the breathless stillness outside my shuttered dormer. No howling, no moaning. Lungs at rest. Silence! The hiemal tempest has abated! As the bear from his cave at the advent of spring, we may stir from our hibernacles, hugger-mugger, and apricate under the wide white sun!