Martin (1966-2002) introduces himself. More than three years ago, he was struck by a car in the see focal point; he died of the injuries. Instanter he wanders the streets, unseen around the living, waiting to identify out of the closet if he'll be sent up or down. He fills his days walking, succeeding to movies, and thinking. He regrets that he didn't devour of his stash of pornography - he meant to. His grieving widow found it. Every two weeks, he goes to difficulty remedy. He waits.