After a hard day in the car and at the wineries selecting supplies for the Tor Party at Norwescon, Elizabeth gets to experience the long, slow Seattle sunset on the Cramer's back deck. Inside, she lies on the floor mostly, waiting for one of the two shelties, Lance or Alex, to come within reach so she can clutch them to her. It is the tails she wants most, for their good grabbing qualities. She wishes desperately that she could leap on them, or at least crawl. With such motivation, who knows what might happen?