And so it was that on a Friday evening in the first week of December, with Brandy safely ensconced at the home of William, and his dog, Ben, and Jerrica locking the front door behind them, the three girls trooped down the garden path of their home to Joseph awaiting in his car. They stepped in uncertainty of what was to come; through the shadowy night around them; and felt the chill of the air: and were, at the same time, warm and ice-cold with expectation and excited anticipation.