I’m really bummed that we don’t get to hang out with George again tonight. Even though I know he’s made up, I have to tell you, I have an overwhelming desire to drive up to Gallatin and just check in on him, to make sure he’s okay. I imagine this time of year is hard on a man who doesn’t know he’s a werewolf. (He’s totally a werewolf! Come on! He survived a basement full of sulfuric acid!)
Tiny Cat Pants 
Ya know, quickest way to hang out with George… sequel.
Yes, I would like to see how George deals with the creeping realization (which he’s in denial about at the end of Allendale) that he merely took the malade familiale upon himself. You don’t get to outrun family history. About the best you can do is try to figure out a way to use the weight as a counter-balance.
It’s definitely something I think I might return to. Except that I’m not sure how you come to terms with it. Ha ha ha. Poor George.
Psychoanalysis?