But what is this? A knock at the door. So late in the evening? At such a remote winter cabin? Dawn cracks the door an inch. A kind hearted handyman shivering against the cold. He is hear about the chimney. There was sign of trouble in the smoke pluming into the night sky. He was in the area and thought he might stop by and lend a helping hand.
Dawn felt bad seeing the man shivering outside, and he seemed awfully kind to notice the trouble and be willing to help fix it. After all, she had not even known there was an issue at all! How fortuitous he was in the area during such a time of need.
No problem at all. He would just grab his tools and get right to work. Dawn was getting ready to tell Becky the good news (Becky had stepped away to grab something from her luggage on the far side of the cabin) when Dawn felt herself grabbed from behind! The rag was pressed to her face and the acrid scent of chloroform began its dirty work.