One day in the not too distant future, on a very warm February, he pulls up to his Maine cabin shared with many men…shocked no sleds in driveway but jet skis instead. His friends out on the back deck wearing beach gear and rubbing lotion on each other, tanning bellies and drinking beers. Wolfie, angry as all hell, hears someone giggling behind a tree…chases them down like prey. It’s Greta.