Lenore: Hi, sweetie! Are you watching the snow? Is the wind what's been making you so restless this evening, hmmm? Poor puppy dog.
Lenore: It's a terrible night to be outside, Spot. I'd rather just sit here and watch the snow from INSIDE. Oh, hi Mr. Trygve!
Lenore: Spot, it's very cold. Where are you GOING? Come back here! You are in SO MUCH trouble!
Lenore: Spot... good, Spot. Stay there. The snow's really deep, but I'm almost to you. Stay... Spot? What is this place?
Lenore: Spot? What is THAT... it looks like a PERSON... Oh, Spot!!!
Lenore: Spot, GOOD DOGGIE! You're a rescue dog!! Oh, he's nearly frozen to DEATH! We have to get him inside, Spot! He's too big to carry... but I could use Ama's bracelet. She'll understand, won't she, Spot?
Lenore: Spot, come here. It only works on things I'm touching.... Good doggie. Ready?
Lenore: Oh... hi... Ama.... (collapses)
(to be continued)