It's cool and dark, so dark I can't tell the size of the room. It seems to stretch on forever. The only visible furnishings are a vast bed, a sofa and a broken clock radio blinking 12:00.

A sparse, snowy pine forest in the mountains. It's dawn and the sunlight is slowly seeping over the hills to the east. The sky is a crisp blue dotted with magenta clouds.

A slender, rambling path of crushed snow strewn here and there with twigs and pine cones. It looks as though it is seldom used. A few footprints are visible, and some animal tracks.

A rushing creek winding through the forest. A salmon occasionally darts through the clear, frigid water.

A filthy bottle of beer inside a crushed paper bag, half-buried in snow. It looks like it's been here for months.

The door to a small abandoned cabin the woods.