A cold fog is moving in from the ocean tonight, and is gradually sweeping out to cover the hills from San Francisco. In Seacliff, the houses have already lost their identity, the smoke from the fireplaces swirls slowly into the fog, and there is a smell of the autumn in the air. In the Barbour family home at the top of the house, Paul's studio is warmed by a cheerful fire and is snug against the night, while Teddy stares into the fire, wishing that Elwood wouldn't come over tonight...