*Sasha nods.*
Sasha: I will attend as well... 
*She thinks of John, and goes to let him know about the funeral for Horus. She marches out of the kitchen, and heads into the bar. John sits silently with his head on the bar counter, and groans when Sasha shakes his shoulder.*
Sasha: Wake up John, they are having a funeral for Horus, you will attend.
*John makes another groan, and looks at Sasha with bloodshot eyes.*
John: Sure, I can do that.

*A lone old woman, wearing heavy garb walks up to the room door. She is hunched, and walks with the use of a cane. The woman stares at the door for a moment, then knocks.*