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"Where am I going to sleep tonight", says Caspar, and now more than ever he looks to me like a street kid. I cannot believe that he is two thousand years old. Perhaps nineteen in earth years, but he just looks so pathetic, lost, lonely, and I really just want to put my arms around him and give him a big, long consoling hug. "For the next couple of nights you will be sleeping with me, I don't mean in the literal sense, but in the living room of my darling little air b and b, where there is such a comfy sofa that has made for Caspar written all over it." "Have we thought about lunch yet" says Erik. "There should be something in the area here", say I. "How about that place we visited last weekend when we were on our way from the valley?" says Carl.