Static hissed angrily in his ears as he crunched gravel under his boots, walking the distance from the Landrover to the blackened remnants of his childhood home. And as he came around the bend of the gravel drive, out of sight of the Landrover, the remains of the house came into full view. The twisted and charred bones of the old house jutted from the rubble like those of a burned corpse, overgrown with brown brambles and dead, graying grass. And as Jonathon looked at it, the static grew until he could hear nothing else.