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Jin directed our attention to a number of comically small houses outside, and they were indeed scattered along the undeveloped side of the freeway, sized no larger than a single room but with a front door and windows on each painted wall under a traditional triangular roof. The further I explored the area, it grew dark and I happened upon a junkyard guarded by a green luminescent dinosaur. In a building on the premises was gathered a rag-tag group of resistance fighters or gypsy artisans who welcomed us, so I offered what help I could by finishing a project on one of their tables: a circular cut through two of its layers was meant to hold a pen with three foam bushings. When it was time to leave, I was joined by Karen King in a black overcoat.