It's a sleepless night for le Chiffre, he lost the biggest poker game of his life, which in fairness the winner was cheating.

He stares out into the starry night, sipping at the martini that continues to get filled.

He runs a hand finally through his ash hair, the first move that he's made in hours.

He hears people yelling in the background, he feels odd? He's never lost a game before. Well a game of high stakes.

Until, he hears a distressed whimper in the distance.. who could that be?