GUY RAPHAELSON:
((Being dragged down a flight of stairs by a giant owl was not his idea of fun, but besides ripping out of a broadcloth dress shirt designed specifically not to be ripped, he didn't see like he had much choice. He tried to take in the stairwell he was being dragged through, but through the flurry of gray feathers could see very little. A cold draft rushed up from the cellar below, dry but chilling. He had a terrible sensation that something horrible was about to happen.))
**Please, Mr. Owl...! Just let me wait outside... I don't want to be any trouble, honestly!**
((The owl ignored his complaints and dragged him into a room full of raucous laughter, wild music, loud murmurs, and the occasional clink of glass on glass. Guy closed his eyes fiercely and held them shut with as much strength as he could muster.))
**Well, Mr. Owl, did she finish all the red wine?**