I remember passing through here once before. I lie in the van and look out at a neighborhood here in St. Louis. The buildings are sandy colored stone and there is a very large art deco style building in the distance. The neighborhood is old. There are cafes, restaurants, and shops here. Some of the streets are private and looking down I see large old beautiful homes beyond black iron gates. The leaves are green, but beginning to turn, and the businesses are decorated for Halloween. Spencer has been away quite awhile, I imagine him asking people to pose.

For the first time, we are awakened by a forceful knock on our window and a bright flashlight through the curtains. The police. Someone called them because of a suspicious van. Spencer jumps up, scrambles for his pants and goes out to explain our prescence in this quiet University neighborhood. After our explanation, "travelers... going to every state... heading out in the morning," they are friendly and apologize, but we still have to move.