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Truman came down the stairs, two at a time. Brief glance to the Door, still there, whew. He then found a seat near the fireplace. He was surprised how really cold a real winter can be. And he didn't remember seeing mountains over the lake before, but it looked beautiful. He figured it should be safer to ask the waitrat for orders, and asked for some hot chocolate. With specific instructions for it to be soy-free. He then scanned the bar, keeping an eye out for familiar faces. One particularly tonight.