It was a symbiotic relationship. It made Old Ralph feel noticed and it made Officer Dorf feel like a real policeman. You couldn't feel like a real policeman if you didn't get to arrest someone every now and then and Dorf needed to feel like a real policeman. He needed his big Harley-Davidson electra-glide with the siren and the lights. He needed his spit-shined riding boots and his crash helmet with the department's gold insignia painted on. He needed his hand-tooled gun belt loaded down with every conceivable accessory a police officer could possibly desire. From the leather holster to the billy club to the chrome steel handcuffs to speed loaders and to the special police Kel flashlight and the utility snap pouches where he carried chewing gum and breath mints. He liked to use the ten code when he spoke on the Motorola radio, just like the cops on TV, despite the fact that there were only four officers on the Crystal Lake Police Force and there wasn't any need to abbreviate everything by using numbers instead of simple phrases in plane English. Dorf dreamed about leaving Crystal Lake and becoming a policeman in a big city like New York or Los Angeles. He felt trapped in Crystal Lake but his police paraphernalia and his Wyatt Earp attitude helped him to live out his dream at least a little bit.

Annie Phillips on the other hand, had felt trapped by the big city. She needed to get away every chance she got which was mostly during summer vacations when she took jobs as a cook at various camps. It paid a little more than just being a counselor and good cooks were always in demand. It gave her a chance to get out into the country and breathe fresh air for a few weeks. She lived for it.

She dreamed of leaving the city forever and moving to a log cabin or a frame house in the country.

Perhaps starting a small crafts business or getting a job as cook in a resort hotel. She and Dorf might had an interesting conversation about the pros and cons of their respective dreams but Dorf wasn't on hand to welcome her to Crystal Lake when she arrived. He was out cruising the highway looking for speeders.

All Annie had to welcome her as she hiked into town was Ed Brian's dog, Winslow, who watched the pumps for Ed and barked whenever a car pulled in. Since Annie didn't have a car, Winslow decided not to bark. Better to let Ed sleep than risk a sharp rap on the noggin with a rolled up newspaper for raising a false alarm. Instead, Winslow sat up between the pumps and unfurled his tongue, wagging his tail for affection. It worked and Annie shucked her knapsack and knelt down beside the dog, stroking his fur.