then he drives across the dog leg, comes to the end of the street and he sees mr. arbery again with this truck, again, with this truck, tangled up with this truck in what looks like, again, aggression at the truck. so travis stops. he stops. he's thinking to himself why is this guy not running through this open yard, this is is a -- satilla right here. this is holmes, this is where he sees the truck. what is with it that this guy is not going this way, and who is that truck? what's happening? instead, they both run around travis back up around the dog leg. travis says, okay, i'm watching. i'm looking. i'm going to pull forward, stop in my car at the end of the street, and i'm just going to take up a spot right here. i'm going to take up a spot here. i know that he's currently not over here. i know he's not behind me. i can see my house right there. i can see up satilla drive and