-2nd Bullet-

[Hol Horse has been sitting in the kitchen for most of the day. He's been pondering on calling for help. Not knowing if that would be a good idea or not. Now and again he'd pick it up to dial a number, pause, and hang it up. A finger tapped upon the table in annoyance. Okay, you know what? Screw it! This fellow's going out for a walk. He needs cigarettes anyway... and booze. Definitely the booze.]