The buck huddles underneath the bushes, peering out into the nighttime swamp. Beams of light sweep around him, piercing the night, searching. One passes over his head, and he huddles lower, waiting for the lights to leave. Eventually, they withdraw, forming into a circular group, still sweeping over the swamp as they disappear upwards into darkness, becoming little more than a tiny speck of light among thousands. The buck chases after the beams of light as they fade away, running to the nearest clearing and watching them disappear. He stares piercingly up at the sky, seeking the one out-of-place speck of light, and shouts in frustration, "I'll find out the truth! I'll find out who you are! I know you're out there!"