It's a hot, windy night in Los Angeles. The Santa Ana winds are blowing and the gusts carry the scent of smoke from distant brush fires. A bad night for running an errand...but the Speed-D-Mart probably carries what they need. Leaving Sherry alone in his apartment, Duane takes off for the store. It's only a couple blocks away. The trip should take him no more than ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. Now, he's been gone half an hour... now, an hour. Sherry, waiting in the candle-lit bedroom, grows more and more worried by the minute. Until she decides, I'm going out to find him...