Clear blue water surrounding the island. Ocean waves crashing in the distance.
A large piece of heavy-duty plastic washes up on the beach. Someone and his pet rock regard this unfamiliar (and yet somehow familiar) object as they contemplate the significance of its arrival.
"Bakersfield..."
The sound of a seagull passing overhead as the tide ripples across the sand.
Pet rock, as usual, says nothing.
Somewhere in the back of the mind a light bulb turns on...
"Bakersfield!"
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