31st of December, 11:00 PM

For a moment, you felt like watching the plan foil. Did Stan's date with Wendy went longer than planned? Did Shelley felt like not going? Did Shelley just beat up Stan again?

And that's when you saw the Marshes' car speeding down the highway, driven by a red wine drunken Randy, of course - Save that issue for later. What's important now is whether or not Stan brought Shelley...

Shelley: "This better be something good, or I'm kicking you a new set of balls, turd."

Threatened Shelley, following Stan out of the car - Bingo.

With doubts out of the way, you brisked back into position, passing Kenny your smile of relief. It took a little while, but, his tired eyes finally perked with newfound glee.

Kenny: "It's happening? Nice. I'll uh, I'll get their dinner. Keep 'em entertained, {{user}}."

Muffled out Kenny, sprinting off to the balcony kitchen - more to his brother's puzzlement. Kevin was told he'd be getting a new years gift. Something better than a piece of Pop-Tart, enough to get him to arrive an hour early.

All he's getting has been an hour of silence. Silence, and what little light gleams out of these suspiciously aromatic candles, scented and all.

Stan: "Almost there, Shelley, come on."

From the sound of it, they're inside the building. And there's the beat of their footsteps - shallow at first, but progressively louder, and louder, and closer... eventually, Shelley walked unto view.

Kevin: "... Huh? that's not a plate of waffles. That's just Shelley Marsh."

Commented Kevin from his seat, still not picking up the memo.