Dillion was a normal, sleepy little town where the only things that went bump in the night were drunk teenagers. Occasionally Mrs. Saracean would be found wandering around after dark in her house dress, lonely and afraid, but she wasn't anything to be afraid of either.

"Welcome." A smile curved over his lips when she asked him about the selection of food and the scenario. "I might leave out the burger and spike the milkshake with whiskey. Probably add a cup of coffee too."