Route 66 burns beneath her wheels as the car screams its way farther from unwanted memories. Escaping from trauma, but chasing the light of dusk as the sun drags its last beams below the horizon. Slowly but surely night sets in, the desert surrounding her is dead silent. A few hours off of Route 66 and the first signs make their presence felt. Silhouettes of tall buildings in the distance, the sky, echoing the light pollution of the monster: Sin City