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"Dinner time!" Ma Vecchio called from the kitchen at the Vecchio house. It was evening already, The day had gone by quite fast. Ray and Stan had been looking for Diefenbaker every free minute they could.

"Yeah, I'm coming." Ray yelled from his seat on the couch the living room. The minute he stood up, the phone rang.

"I'll get it, Ray!" Frannie raced out of the kitchen and answered the phone hanging on the wall in the hallway. "Hello, Vecchio house. Oh, yeah, whatever." She looked towards Ray and yelled, "Ray, phone call!"

"Who is it?" He walked over to her and took the phone form her hand.

"Our brother." She headed back into the kitchen.

"Stanley?" He answered.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Why are you calling me?"

"Because, I know where Diefenbaker is. Do you know where I live?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Thanks." Ray hung up the phone and sighed. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was spend an evening with Stanley. It was hard enough working with him at the station, now he had to see him after working hours?

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Ray stood outside Stanley's apartment and knocked on the door. "Alright, I'm here, Stanley."

"Door's open!" He yelled form inside. Ray opened the door and walked in. "Where are you?"

"Kitchen, I'll be out in a minute."

"Okay." Ray snooped around at all the random things in his house. On top of the TV stand was several collections of dancing videos and albums of dancing music.

"Hey, don't snoop through my stuff!" Stan scolded walking into the room. Ray dropped the CDs on the TV stand and sat down on the couch. "I didn't call you here for yer interior designing tips, Ray."

"Okay, where's the wolf?"

"I know who took him." Stan was turned around straightening his CDs, which seemed odd since everything else in his apartment was a mess. "It was that lady across the street from the 27th. Ya know, the one who is always beggin' us for money."

"So, what's she gona do with a wold then? Sell it?"

"I dunno. I don't think she will. She always liked Dief. Maybe she's just lonely or somethin'." He turned around and leaned against the couch.

"Why are you telling me this? Why don't you go down there and get Dief?"

"I did." Stan sighed. "And she hit me with her grocery cart."

"Oh." Ray couldn't take it, he burst out laughing. "Is that where you got that bruise from?" He had to stop himself from laughing before Stan kicked him in the head.

"No!" Ray raised an eyebrow. It was true. "That's not what we're talking about!"

"You're right, we gotta get a wolf back. So, what do you suggest we do, boy genius?"

"We have to be more careful about it..."

"...so we don't get beat up by a bag lady?" Ray started laughing again.

"That's it!" Stan walked over to the door and gestured for Ray to leave. "Do you wanna get Dief back or not?"

"You're right. Let's go." They both walked out the door.

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Meanwhile in Canada

Everything had been going fine for Fraser's "vacation". He had arrived somewhere in the nearly unpopulated part of the Northwest Territories a few hours ago, and since then had been resting so he could watch the midnight dogsled race in town. A town of only thirty people.

"Constable Fraser?" A woman's voice called behind the door of his cabin.

"Just a moment." Fraser gathered himself off the couch and moved towards the door. "Who is it?"

"Oh, you don't know me." He opened the door to the woman.

"Hello." He greeted the tom-boy looking girl.

"Hey yourself. Sorry, I know it's a bit late. I live just down there." She pointed down the endless snow-covered path. "So, um, I always greet the people who stay here. Will you be attending the dogsled race tonight?"

"Actually, yes. Would you like to come in?" He moved aside form the door.

"Sure." She stepped inside and scanned the cabin in awe. "Ya know, you're the first person to ever stay in this cabin and invite me in!"

"I see, would you like a cup of tea?" He pointed to the kitchen

"No thanks. I have to get ready for the dogsled race."

"Are you entering it?"

"You bet! I've been training my huskies for months."

"How exciting. What number will you be?"

"Seven of seven. It's such a small town." She sat down on the couch.

"Yes, but rather quaint too." He sat down next to her.

"Yeah." An awkward silence came upon them. "Hey, how long will you be staying here?"

"Only a week I'm afraid."

"I love it here. I don't think I could ever leave."

"I understand how you feel." He sighed and scratched his head.

"Oh, are you from around here? Heck, I don't even know your name!"

"My name is Constable Benton Fraser, I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my father and for a variety of different reasons, I stayed, attached as liaison with the Canadian Consulate. But, I've taken vacation to Canada this week to give my friends a chance to get to know each other."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Constable. I'm Sylvia." She shook his hand and she made her way to the door abruptly. "I really should be going. I hope to see you at the race?"

"I will be there, cheering you on."

"Thanks." She waved and made her way back to her place.

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