Tom's here

6:30 AM, I take the dog out for his morning visit to the bushes, and I notice Tom's Ram sitting in the driveway of the campground. "Cool!" I think to myself, "he must be inside getting registered." I look inside... no Tom. I look in the Ram, there's Tom, asleep, stretched out on his bench seat. I have no idea what time he got here, but it must have been some time in the middle of the night.