The man is waiting for the traffic stop, on the outskirts of town, to finish. He thinks about his sister, how close they once were but not anymore. There is a body in his trunk. The cop comes up to his car and proceeds with taking down his information. The cop then says he’ll let him go.

Up in the mountains, there is a cave covered in blood. Both the man and her sister understand that nothing that ventures there comes back alive. However, as the town develops more and more, non-white residents are pushed closer to the rim of the mountain. Still, no one knows what happens up there. However, the man says that those who live close to the mountain can resist it over time even if they cannot understand it. The man then recalls his brother, who was inevitably taken, because he, always in the house or on the other side of town, never got to nurture a tolerance to the mountain.

At the traffic stop, another police officer drives up to the man. He tells them where the bloody cave in the mountain is. The cops listen, relaying all the information through a walkie-talkie. The cops then leave. The man ponders where her sister could have gone, whether she really ventured up to the mountain and got taken as well. He ponders the limits and boundaries of his own body, what the truth of the mountain must be.