FADE IN:EXT. HIGHWAY - DAYThe motel and restaurant lined strip is torn to pieces.Branches, cars and roofs litter the landscape.EXT. LUI’S CHOW MAIN RESTAURANT - DAYThe Chinese-style roofed restaurant sits boarded up withplywood.In front, a small, scrubby tree sits ripped to shreds.A lone orange hangs on the stripped branch of the tree.INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAYThe sterile white room’s silence is broken only by a quietheart monitor beep.MIKE KORN (25), fair-haired, bruised, cut, and bandaged,lies on a hospital bed in a gown.An oxygen mask covers his face; his arm is hooked to a bloodbag.Through a palm branch plastered to the window, an emergingorange sun glows onto Mike’s closed, swollen eye.His eye creaks open.EXT. LUI’S CHOW MAIN RESTAURANT - DAYCars whiz by the blue-sky windows of Lui’s.INSERT TITLE: 2 DAYS EARLIER, 2004Mike, fresh-faced and wide-eyed, in a long sleeve collaredshirt, sits next to the window.He’s fascinated by the oranges on the tree outside.An RV pulls into the highway restaurant parking lot.