Cooper spent Christmas as he usually did: sulking and wandering around the city until he didn't feel nearly so mopey as before. What could he say? The holiday always brought up bittersweet memories of days when he'd been human and had a family. He'd been back at his apartment for a few hours now, watching Christmas movies bundled up in a blanket.

He heard Nancy's giggle as she came in. It sounded like she was well and goodly snockered. He went to the front door. "Hey, sweet--" Then he noticed the very distinctive hat standing beside her and the thief it belonged to beneath it. He immediately frowned. "What is this little miscreant doing in my house?" Cooper made a mental note to stash the valuables. Lord, if he got his hands on the autographed Elvis albums...