Juan quietly hums a happy tune while watching countless miles of lonely forest and dusty roads pass by. Some people might have been disheartened by traveling across the country all alone, but not Juan. He would finally have the chance to meet people like him. 

The pale, yellow cab slows to a halt in front of a group of large, red cabins. [color=00aeef]"I think this is your stop, my friend,"[/color] the driver says to Juan. As he hands over the payment, Juan responds, [color=fff200]"Thanks a lot."[/color] He hops out of the car with an old backpack slung over his shoulder. After the cab drives off, Juan is left standing with a hesitant look on his face as he stared at what seemed to be identical buildings. [color=f7941d][b][i]"Is anyone there?"[/i][/b][/color] he broadcasts a telepathic plea for help.