There's a lone man who lives, hermitlike, out in Muir Woods near San Fransisco. It used to be full of hikers, tourist trails and even a shuttle taking people up to see the redwoods. Of course, that was years ago.

He stays eight miles out from downtown San Fransisco, or what's left of it, in a little campground with a lovely view of the ocean. He hasn't really been in the area long... so far, he's had everything he needed. Tonight he's just come around to see if there was anything he could scavenge, maybe a bicycle that could power a generator. And a CD player. And some CDs. He misses recorded music, and he misses movies even more.