I drove by it slowly, scoping the area. At three-something in the morning, there was almost no traffic on the streets, and no movement in or around the building. Few lights were burning, and I was sure that the front doors were locked (even though you'd think building a better tomorrow would be a round-the-clock concern). Like the Redmond operation, the entry to the soup : kitchen and clinic appeared to be off the back alley. Unlike the Redmond chapterhouse, the Puyallup building was in the middle of the block, which meant that prospective patients had to make their way along fifty meters of darkened alleyway to reach their destination. This entrance was open for business.