A crowd of sweating tourists stands in the middle of the Strip.
Cars slowly cruise past as the group stares up into the glowing sky.
They're watching a helicopter circle a massive concrete spire, the top of which is in flames, as large pieces of burning plywood drop 500 feet to the ground. Bob Stupak's half-built Stratosphere Tower is ominously ablaze, a Didionesque vision on an otherwise ordinary summer night. The more it changes, the more it stays the same. The Freeling's movie home was a sunny, happy place built, as it unpleasantly turned out, on top of graves, and the restless ghosts just could not let things be. Darkness is irresistible.