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Outside the snug Alaskan tavern, the wind screams a wild chorus, echoing the unsolved chaos of the Franklin murders. Inside, the den is a pocket of warmth, lit by firelight and the soft glow from Garcia’s monitors. The team gathers, weary and quiet, as the tavern owner enters carrying a tray of fresh coffee. ‘I’ve got four rooms upstairs available,’ she says kindly. Spencer glances up, his brow creasing in that familiar, endearing look of confusion, his lips pursing thoughtfully. ‘Uh, only four?’ he asks, blinking behind his glasses. ‘That’s the best I can do!’ the woman laughs, turning toward the door. ‘Sleep well. Good luck with everything.’ She leaves, and the reality of the cramped arrangements settles over the room.