Elliott, dressed only in a diaper as he finishes his night routines, extracts a lunchbox sized insulated bag from the closet. He walks it over, and quietly, clearly says, "I hope it still fits." He sets the bag onto the futon in the middle of his room. He opens the bag, pushing over the top. Then slowly, one foot goes inside the bag. The next foot goes in, filling the rest of the volume of the bag. Elliott lowers himself into a squat over the insulated bag, and quietly declares, "There. It does still fit. Good."