Dean Eltree, was an older medical student from Vancouver, BC, who had come to Dublin to study medicine. He was a nice guy, who everyone liked to poke a little fun at, because he was considerably older than the rest of students, and also because as one of the few students who had a car, he spent a lot of time polishing his little old Ford convertible.
Steve awoke in the morning slightly hung-over and reflected on the previous nights action. He got up as quickly as he could, anxious to see the damage. He walked out into the courtyard. About twenty maintenance workers were laying wooden planks in parallel tracks down the concrete steps. The car, with Dean Eltree sitting behind the wheel was purring gently, having just been driven through the twin doors and was now being secured by ropes attached to the axle, so that it could be lowered slowly down the parallel planks to street level. A large crowd stood in small groups at various vantage points around the courtyard. Some laughing, some talking in hushed tones. Dean was now anxiously supervising the maneuver to make sure his beloved car wasn't damaged.