Park entrances turned slowly to wooded trails;trails to leaf covered paths; paths to unmarked territory, leading aimlessly away into the heavy woods of the restricted nature reserves that even the park rangers never ventured into. The rains only grew heavier, the leaf cover that kept her semi dry dissipating as she wandered into fields of dead trees and dark brush. With a flash of lightning in the distance Sarah would find herself staring into the same driftwood sign post nailed haphazardly into the spindly dead trees: "Stretched Woods" with the same symbol she'd found near him for so may years painted in a dull, time-faded red beneath the sign on the tree. Every tree in the wood was marked with the same symbols, declaring his domicile.