Terry raps on the steel door with his spiked umbrella. A small man in a fashionable yellow rain jacket appears. The small man just shrugs. It's obvious he's one of the striking guards and can do nothing. Terry's haranguing quickly brings a large woman in a baggy white sweatshirt to the door.
Terry pulls out a map of Maine.
The woman speaks no English either, but manages to get across that the museum is closed to the public. He fumbles for his bag. Dozens of placemats fall out onto the ground along with some loose pills. The guard and the woman stare at the kaleidoscopic images and at Terry, suddenly horrified. Eventually the woman leaves but the little guard remains, perhaps fascinated by this display of exceedingly strange behavior.