Forest Nelson walks through a cluster of worn and crooked gravestones. He wears a black suit, white shirt, black tie, and black dress shoes. Although Forest is only twenty-six years old, his eyes are tired, sitting atop grayish blue bags, and his face is worn and wrinkled with stress. He carries a bouquet of red roses in his left hand. Forest continues through the graveyard until he stops abruptly at a stone that is new, standing upright, and recently engraved. He kneels, places the flowers on the gravestone, then closes his eyes and says a silent prayer. In his folded hands, he holds a necklace with a cross that dangles at its end.