*Alka pulls back into the garage and hops out* Alka: Ok... Some nice wine places around. I guess having a glass or two every now and again would be nice. I could always just swirl it around, but where's the fun in that? *Alka walks back towards the kitchen remembering Setcho* Aw, yeah. I need to help him out. Let's see, possible PTSD linked with some sort of death. *Alka walks into the kitchen looking for Setcho*