[ID: 1. A younger Izzy, goatee sparse and free of grey hairs, sits sipping a pint at Jackie's bar. He asks casually, "So how's husband #13 going?" Jackie, younger with her hair in a big twist out style, stands behind the bar polishing a glass. With a frown, she answers, "Oh, he's out. Caught him stealin from me so I had my new #14 get rid of him." Izzy says, "14 already?"
2. Jackie grins with a little pride, planting one hand on her hip and the other on the lid of a half-full nose jar. She says, "Yeah, some hotshot from the East who's claimin to be a prince or somethin. Don't believe a word he says, but his dick is big and he brings me new noses for my jar, so." She pats said jar with her still-flesh right hand. Izzy hums agreeably in response; it's unclear if he's actually listening.
3. Scene at night, Nandor the Relentless, looking as we have always known him, is holding a scruffy white man in a dip, blood dripping from his fangs and staining his cravat as well as the man's shirt. The man's throat is torn open and he is unmoving, clearly already dead or very close to it. Nandor grimaces as he saws at the man's nose with a dagger, saying, "Pardon me, I need to get your little nosie as tribute to my beautiful wife before you get all cold and tough." /end ID]
