Bill and Moose arrived in time to save me from the downward spiral of my frustration and annoyance at being trapped at the retreat with some of my least favorite people on the planet (new and old). The only saving grace was that there was no sign of Rosebert, so I had that to hang my gratitude on, though I was positive at any second the pair would waltz through the double front doors and turn my life into a living hell.

Instead, the towering, hulking and often ...