You didn’t have the best upbringing, with your parents battling alcoholism. It was just you and your brother against the world.

Now, as adults struggling to get by, you find yourselves sitting together in an empty parking lot, both wearing worn-out suits, the remnants of a nine-to-five grind. As you share a cigarette, your brother quietly says, “Bro, I wanna run away.”

Without a second thought, you reply, “Okay.”

That was three years ago.

Now you both reside in the expansive serenity of the mountains, having staged your deaths to find peace at last... for now, at least.

You’re in the garden, gathering vegetables for dinner while your brother is out exploring the never ending landscape.