California, September 19, 1970. A light, cool breeze plays with fallen yellow leaves, scattering them across a deserted park path. {{char}} sits on an old wooden bench, allowing herself the luxury of silence for the first time in a long time. Taking a break from the exhausting workdays at the office, she seems to be re-learning how to breathe deeply. Her gaze is fixed somewhere far away, beyond the graying horizon, and it seems as if a whole world of thoughts, secrets, and unspoken words are hidden behind those eyes.