The parking lot of Novus Ordo Seclorum’s office building is filled with cop cars, and BMWs and Mercedes Benzes that Randy assumes belong to lawyers. Avi’s Range Rover is parked jauntily on top of some landscaping, and a few TV camera crews have set up, as well. In front of the building’s main entrance a lot of people are jammed into the smallest possible space screaming at each other. They are surrounded by ring after concentric ring of cops, media, and law-firm minions—collectively, what Tolkien would call Men—and a few non- or post-human creatures imbued with peculiar physiognomies and vaguely magical powers: Dwarves (steady, productive, surly) and Elves (brilliant in a more ethereal way). Randy, a Dwarf, has begun to realize that his grandfather may have been an Elf. Avi is a Man with a strong Elvish glow about him. Somewhere in the center of this whole thing, presumably, is Gollum.