Today I was out walking when I spotted Old Woman Josie. She was out by the car lot. I saw her speaking to a figure. A large winged figure. And when I approached her afterwards, she clarified that they were indeed Angels and not one of several other things I assumed them to be.
She tried to sell me a lightbulb, which I graciously declined. Who needs lightbulbs when you have mushrooms growing in your hotel room that emanate the most delightful blue light.
This town is turning out to be strange. Quite strange.