With the now customary ten thousand dollars in cash from the accountant tucked into Joel's front coat pocket, fresh in Amber's mind conversations with her boss reminiscent of the Biblical scenes of Satan tempting Jesus with an offer of all the kingdoms of the world, and more money in their bank account than they'd ever had, Joel and Amber could easily have determined that their move from Green Bay, Wisconsin to Los Angeles in search of opportunity five months before had ended in nearly complete success.

Not long after that plane left the Van Nuys airfield, however, Joel and Amber made the decision that would suddenly leave the two far from the world of lengthy stays at luxury hotels on private Hawaiian islands or discussing with their employer the latest details of his plans to weave clothing out of actual money. These days, they are much more likely to be found huddled next to each other in the back of a Dodge Caravan along a highway in Wyoming in the windy cold of a winter night, sleeping with wool hats on their heads and their noses tucked under the edges of their sleeping bags.