Roger is in a taxi, traveling up behind Mount Rushmore.
The taxi pulls up to a stone wall.
“Sure you don’t want me to take you up there?” asks the driver.
“No, thanks, ” says Roger. “Never mind, this is fine.” He pays the driver.
“Aw, thanks,” says the driver, who leaves.
Roger looks at the sleek, modern house on the hill. He scurries up the roadway, ducking so not to be seen from the inside of the house.
Roger decides to approach the house from underneath the cantilevered porch.