After that especially loud crash, things had gone quiet. That was probably good, right? Greg figured it probably was. He cupped his mug in both hands, blowing on it, refraining from peering down into the street any more.

"Morning, Doc." 3 AM is technically morning. He can pretend this is normal. Cocoa makes things feel all right.

"Well... those sounded like something Rose might be doing. Knowing Casey... he'll be where the action is... hah..." Ha, ha ha.