Coasting from job to job while selling the occasional "art piece" with the boys made sense to Tyler, almost as much sense as going to a New Year's rave in rural Kentucky in the middle of winter. When the attendees began to ring in the new year by gnawing on each other, somebody clearly must have been passing around some bad party favors. Left with no transportation and some ill-tempered party animals on the loose, Tyler followed the river to the nearest road and started walking. Even in Kentucky, a road has to eventually lead somewhere...right?