In preparation for a crazy Haloween night in Castro, Ray, Jim, Michelle, me, Mandeep, and Eitan sit motionless for six minutes while the timer on my camera does its taxes or something.

The paper bags that Eitan is carrying actually contain doorways to a four dimensional holding zone where he keeps lots and lots of vodka, kind of like Dr. Who's telephone booth that just happens to harbor a 17th century mansion inside.