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Graham had meant to enter his kitchen, but the bar is just as well. The rooms of his house were still mostly bare – Alana had left a couple boxes near the front door, along with his dogs, but they only held clothing. He expected his cupboards would still be empty, as well. After the cabin, the sheet glass and empty wells and the man in the tree, after talking to Alana, he's more and more ready to have his first drink since his arrest.

At least now he won't have to drive through the snow to find it.

Instead, he picks up a glass of whiskey at the bar, and takes a seat in an empty booth, away from the main room. Winston, reluctant to leave his side since his return, settles down on the floor next to his bench. Graham pulls his glasses out of his coat, and puts them on, keeping his eyes down, attention focused on the corner of the table. But occasionally, he allows himself to glance down, and check on the dog.