@chickleflour Anyway, on with the story. (At least a short bite, I only have a few minutes right now.) So this van stops right where I am and some people get out. They just look me over like I'm some kind of alien or apparition or something. One of them eventually pokes me, and then jumps back. They look me over some more, and then one called Cauliflower asks me why I am where I am.