Jack watches as Evilyn disappears to the basement. He sees the greasy-haired musician leave to room also. He slowly takes a sip of his iced tea as a pygmy dragon searches the table that has recently been occupied for scraps. He stands and takes his tea into his hand. Many thoughts may be going through his head as he stands motionless. After he has thought what he may think, he slowly makes his way to a sofa that is currently bathed in sunlight. He sets his drink on an adjacent low table and sprawls himself on the sofa, careful to keep his boot-clad feet dangling off the side and back. He closes his eyes and opens his ears, waiting for someone to enter the room.