EXT. - THE DESERT - EARLY MORNING
Mama Roan sat behind her trailer in the chill breeze of the dying desert night, thinking of Wind and Cici and her tribe. He'd fought her, her headstrong and passionate grandson, when she'd given him his orders.
"I won't leave the tribe at a time like this," he said. But the desperate edge to his voice told her he'd obey. He just needed his words heard. She remembered those days of youthful arrogance, long gone from her now.
"Cici needs you," she said. "Go to the city. Protect your sister. The tribe is safe with me."
For how long? Even Mama Roan couldn't answer that. She shivered under her warm sweater, squinting through cataracts long left untended at the distant horizon, lost in the night. There was only one thing left to do, now that Wind was gone an
