Interview with Cisco

Running into Cisco at the bar today was a stroke of luck. A guest cancellation left an enormous hole in the schedule, sending various teams out scrambling to fill it. And that leaves Wilford with absolutely nothing to do but stare at the walls or find some new way to get into trouble.

It's probably easier to just stick with the trouble he's already made.

When he opens the door from the bar, its to his dressing room. Vintage framed movie posters on blue walls, black leather sofa and a glass coffee table that are smudged and drawn all over by sticky little hands. A sleeping dog sprawled out right in the middle of the room, as if he wants to be stepped on.

Somewhere, in the distance, someone is screaming about something. It's probably not important.