Hi. I'm Gerald Mills. And welcome to nowhere. There's the sound of that same damn dog barking. Occasionally, the wind picks up and shakes the neighbor's porch chimes. And then I guess we're pretty loud too, as we kick up dust, my fiancee in her knee-high pink boots and me in my demolished hiking shoes. But otherwise, this town is dead - quiet, brown and barren. I guess I shouldn't be complaining though. After all, we have...