Meredith stands in the open doorway, expectant. When Doc dashes up to come in out of the cold, she doesn't bother turning him out either. Though there's a doghouse for him now that came with the snow, she doesn't have it in her to waste energy on the dog now. "Come on," she says, waving for him to follow her. If she has to wait for him to make sure he doesn't stand in the yard all night, she will. "You need to warm up."