The world has turned to dust in Bernie's hands. It clings to her, seeps in through the cracks, scours the warmth from her face. The cradle of a train is what she trusts her hope to, barreling towards California and the promise of work. Jazz buries her dreams in a shallow grave, turning to the tracks for passage to a safe haven. To them, the end must be the unchanging, smudged horizon against a gray sky. But maybe they can hold on to each other, as the earth swallows the sun.