After dinner and many, many Kronenbourgs, it had grown quite dark. We wandered back out to the Promenade to see whether or not whatever evil that had created Stair Mountain were visible at night. There was no evidence of such a blatant manifestation but we stopped to take a picture anyway. It was only when we got home that we saw what had been captured by the machine...a Ghost Car!

As you may clearly see here, there was an obvious reason for Roger's dementia. Somehow, he had managed to find - and, with malice aforethought, purchase - some of the shittiest american beer one can buy. It seemed to have affected his brain in quite an unfavorable manner. I'm telling you, the dude went bat-shit crazy for a time and he wouldn't stop babbling something about a princess and someone's only hope. It was not entirely unlike him, yet still somewhat unsettling.