Jim Halsey pressed his foot down on the gas pedal, ready to get the hell out of Chester's Mill. He had only stayed the night, to rest, before his long drive to California. He pushed the thought of his lonely brother and drunken father out of his mind. This was the first day of the rest of his life. As he neared the edge of the city, the blissful music flowing from the car radio suddenly cut out and an alarming message replaced it. It told of the seemingly invisible dome that had spontaneously covered the city and was a huge danger to anyone who even dared to go through. "Just great," Jim growled, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel and pulling his car over to the side of the road. This was insane. It had to be a joke. To inquire about what was really going, Jim reluctantly started up his car again and headed towards the nearest public place - a coffee shop. Angrily, he parked his car out in front and paced into the coffee shop and glanced around for anyone who might know anything.