When the police showed up, Barry ran off towards the trees, leaving himself in the car tied to the steering wheel. There he found Doug. "Woh, 5-0s. Hey, man, does this look okay?" Doug asked, holding out his troll pipe.
  "You gotta get out of here." Barry grabbed Doug and tried to pull him down the hill into the woods. Doug wouldn't budge. He smiled down at his troll. In Doug's pocket was a flyer for Amarillo Bay rest home.