The repression of laughter seeped through their mouths that were curled up in obvious smiles. The couple of strangers, one taller than the other, walked down the dimly lit street keeping pace with each other. The sight that forced them to nervously laugh together was that of a worn down black hearse. In juxtaposition to the worn black body of the morbid vehicle there were electric blue bars of glowing light under the car, on both the driver and passenger’s side. These L.E.D. bars of glow illuminated the black shadowed asphalt it hovered over as the hearse pulled into what seemed to be its destination. The hearse disappeared around the corner past a sign posted high reading “Vacancy.” The sign was just as illuminated as the belly of the hearse, but in red. Above that sign read the hearse’s destination. Parkside Trailer Park. Such a visual oddity was welcomed with open arms by the man and woman that had just met two hours prior on a city bus.