 Either his buddy hadn't gotten there or he had been run over. I don't know. He was there by himself. And all he had on was a pair of white gloves. That's all he had on. There was no strength in this man to stop any of the SUVs moving toward that intersection or those little tiny miniature Miatas squeaking in and out of the traffic to get up there. I mean, any one of them could have run him over, but he held up his hand with a single white glove.