Davy Jones peered over the steering wheel of his Mini-Cooper he had recently imported from England. He'd driven in the snow before, but this storm was pretty bad. Being a small car, the Mini-Cooper slid all over the road, but fortunately Davy was safely able to drive his car into the Anderson's driveway.
"Another car's here!" Stephanie exclaimed, turning from the window.
"Good! I'll get the door." Chris said, getting up from her chair.
She walked into the foyer, and then turned to see her younger sisters behind her.
"Gee. Four people to open a door." Chris remarked, rolling her eyes.
Arlene, Marcia and Stephanie just giggled. Chris opened the door to a blast of cold wind and a young Englishman.
"C'mon in, Davy." Chris said, shivering at the sudden cold.
"Thanks, luv." Davy replied, stepping inside. He began to stomp the snow off his shoes, while Chris quickly closed the door.
"Hi Davy!" Arlene, Marcia and Stephanie said.
"'Ello, 'Ello "Ello!" Davy said. "Who might you lovely ladies be?"
Arlene, Marcia and Stephanie told him. Chris took Davy's coat and hung on the rack next to Mike's.
"And I'm Chris, Davy." Chris finished.
"I'm glad to meet you ladies." Davy replied.
"We're glad you made it safely." Arlene said, "Mike's already here."
"Yeah, I saw that beat-up piece of rubbish he drives." Davy said with a wink.
"I heard that!" Mike called out from the next room.
"Oh hi Mike!" Davy called back, "Didn't know you were there!"
The four Anderson sisters laughed and escorted Davy into the den.
"Make yourself comfortable, Davy." Marcia said, "Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, I'd love a spot. Thank you." Davy said.
Marcia went off to the kitchen to make the tea. Stephanie went back to her place by the window to watch for the other Monkees. Davy sat down next to Mike.
"I haven't seen a storm like that in a long time." Davy remarked.
"Yeah, the weatherman said we might get a little snow, but not this much." Chris replied.
"But then its supposed to get warm again in a few days." Arlene said, "See any more cars, Steph?"
"No, not yet..." Stephanie said, and then stopped. "Wait, here comes another one!"
Peter Tork repeated the mantra his guru had given him over and over again. It helped keep his mind off the treacherous road he was driving. Keeping calm and driving slow, he finally made his way to his destination. Peter hoped this meeting was worth the effort.
Ironically, the more stuff he owned, the less interested he was in wealth, but he still was interested in balance, in fairness. The Monkees hadn't been getting nearly what they deserved despite the millions of records they had sold, and this Mr. Anderson promised to correct that problem. Well, he'll see. Breathing a sigh of relief, Peter pulled his car next to Davy's in the driveway.
Chris, Arlene and Stephanie walked over to the door once again. Marcia heard them and joined her sisters.
"I thought you were making Davy tea?" Chris asked.
"I'm waiting for the water to boil." Marcia replied.
Chris opened the door and Peter walked in.
"Hello everyone!" Peter said, "Wow, what a storm!"
"Hi Peter!" All four girls replied.
"Hi Peter!" Mike and Davy called from the next room.
"Hi Davy, Hi Mike!" Peter called back good-naturedly.
This time Arlene took Peter's coat and hung it next to the other two coats by the door.
"And what do I call you ladies?" Peter asked.
"Anything you want." Marcia said. Chris put her hand to her forehead while everyone laughed. Finally, Chris introduced her younger sisters and led Peter into the den.
Suddenly the tea kettle started to whistle and Marcia ran back into the kitchen. Peter sat down in a chair next to the fireplace, while
Stephanie took up her post by the window.
"Would you like something to drink, Peter?" Chris asked.
"No, I'm fine, thank you." Peter replied, "Where's your Dad?"
"He and my Mom are delayed by the storm." Chris said. "They had gone down into LA to visit someone, and should've been here by now." She gave a worried glance at the clock on the wall.
"Don't worry, Chris," Mike said, "They'll be OK."
"I hope Micky's OK too." Steph said quietly, looking intently out the window. "It's really snowing now."
Marcia came into the den carrying a tray of cookies and a cup of tea for Davy. "More coffee, Mike?" She asked.
"No, I'm fine thank you." Mike said picking up a cookie, "Um, chocolate chip, my favorite."
Micky Dolenz was having a very hard time on the snow-covered streets. Living in warm, sunny LA his whole life, he had little experience driving in the snow. His knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, he slowly made his way up and down the mountainous roads. Several times he thought he'd go over a cliff, but he managed to get control of his car just in time. Unfortunately, about a mile or so from his destination, his luck ran out. Hitting a patch of ice, Micky's car slid off the road and into a ditch.
Micky floored the gas petal, but was unable to budge the car. With the snow coming down harder, Micky realized he had to go on foot or risk being buried in the snow.
"Great, just great!" Micky growled, slamming the palm of his hand into the steering wheel. He opened his car door and managed to pull himself out from the tilted car. Micky pulled himself up onto the roadway and quickly zipped his jacket. Not expecting the sudden snowstorm, Micky hadn't brought a heavy coat or gloves or a hat.
Shoving his hands in his pockets and keeping his head down, Micky began to walk to the Anderson's house, hoping he wasn't too far away.
Keeping an eagle-eye on the road, Stephanie saw a lone figure slowly walking towards the house. The road in front of the Anderson's house was flat and straight, with no neighbors nearby, so it was easy for anyone at the window to spot something from far away.
Stephanie watched it for a moment, then as the figure came closer, saw that it was Micky.
"It's Micky!" She exclaimed.
"Calm down, Steph." Chris replied, "He'll be here soon."
"But he's walking!" Stephanie shouted.
"What?!" Chris and Arlene said together.
They joined Stephanie at the window and saw Micky struggling through the snow. Marcia, Mike, Peter and Davy joined them.
"Yeah, that's Micky, alright." Peter said, "What happened to his car?"
"Must've slid off the road." Davy replied. "Easy enough to do in this weather."
"He better be careful walking too." Marcia said nervously, "Right where's he's at now, there's a steep gully with a stream at the bottom of it. If he slips he could go into that gully and...."
Just as Marcia said that, Micky slipped and disappeared off the side of the road.
"MICKY!!" The seven people yelled at once.