A road stretched forth in two directions. Cars with broken windows and pieces from the decrepit buildings littered it. A man was standing by one of the cars wearing what looked rather like a gray and brown robe with a hood drawn up over his face and long sleeves. He smiled, glumly. He was leaning rather heavily on the car beside him. He seemed as if he were waiting. "Old Guy!" a young voice shrieked in the tone of a question. The man who had been waiting now looked around, the voice had come from behind him. He took his hand off the car and turned, then leaned his back on the car for support.