Tight close-up on Dan's face. Really tight. You can see his nose hairs. He's slurping some sort of beverage. He wants to know exactly how the shirt was left behind. Turns out that Casey spilled some wine, the shirt was thrown in the laundry, and in the morning he didn't feel like sticking around so he threw his jacket on over his t-shirt and left. Dan says that Casey slinked home, but Casey challenges his use of the word "slink." Dan goes over the pertinent details -- when Casey left, it was 6 a.m.; it was just getting light out; he was wearing his jacket over a t-shirt; therefore, "you slinked home, my young friend." Dan says he's never felt closer to Casey in his life. He's smirking. I kind of am too. I like the early-morning slink home. I mean, it's not one I've done very often -- it's pretty much restricted to one-night deals, and I'm not really like that -- but that walk home feels pretty good; it's more like a strut than a slink, if you ask me. It's been awhile since I've done that, but maybe that's because I have a car now. It's not the same in a car, really. It's hard to strut in a car. Especially in an '89 Tempo.