<strong>At the Clearwater Hotel</strong><br/>Dennis said, "It's no trouble at all, Mr. Goodchilde.  I'll be happy to let the rest of your party know that you're waiting for them in the greenhouse."<br/><br/>The Valley View, or the "greenhouse," as Dennis called it, got its nickname because of its mostly-glass walls, through which the patrons have a great view of the town and lake below.  Out the back windows, diners can see over the edge of the sheer cliff, into a dark abyss.<br/><br/>At present, there are three women in the restaurant, and one bartender behind the marble-topped bar.  Two of the women are sitting together at the bar, one is eating alone at a window table.<strong>Cue Elandra and TigreFatalis.</strong>The bartender looks up as you enter, and smiles graciously; very good service is to be had at the Clearwater, even late at night, it would seem.<br/><br/><strong>At the Sheriff's Office</strong><br/>The deputy (S. Dumont, according to his nametag) asks Blake to give him the story from the beginning, but doesn't ask for any further details or follow-up questions, or even ask Allison to verify anything he's told.  He does take down your names, and checks your ID, but most it seems perfunctory.<br/><br/>"You say he walked away?  Well, it's not your fault, is it?  You did what you could, but if the old loon wants to go running around after dark. . . well, that's not our problem.  Don't worry about it.  If anything comes out about this, the sheriff will come talk to you, get a statement to make it official.  Are you set up for accommodations?  Radio says there's no getting out of the Valley for the next few days.  You might want to head up to the Clearwater.  I could call ahead for you, if you want."