Cold air washed over him, the delicious feeling of conditioned air giving relief to his skin. He flopped inside onto the carpeted floor. He lifted the satchel over his head, covering it even as the lift motors started to spin. The interior of the van was a mess of blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes. Only one chair remained, the others had been ripped out to make room for his propane stove, his collection of old books, and not much else.