"Well, people end up here for many different reasons. For me, there didn't really seem to be any other place..." *He leads them to his tree which is easily seen from the lake but he leads them to it at an angle so they don't see the lake.* "This is my tree. I sometimes like to lurk up here." *He points to a large cardboard box that's sitting next to the gate.* "And that's my box... For some reason I sometimes have the strange urge to crawl inside of boxes and sleep there... And that right next to it is the gate... I destroy it about once a week..."