There was nothing. A man slowly slips into the insanity of loneliness. Trapped forever in the desolate wasteland. He'd lost his way. Doesn't know where to go. Because, if he went anywhere at all, he would end up, still, in the deserted terrain of dirt. Blank canvas of land forms. He wonders if his group shall turn on him. His wife and conjoined twin daughters. He wonders if killing himself is the solution. But then the darkness of death would just be horrid, won't it?