In the early morning, sand swirled across the small village of Powder Valley, engulfing the churches, shops and ally ways in a brown coating. Inside the rusty camper van, a single candle lit up the room. Chris Patterson took off his black leather jacket to cool down but it was pointless. The sun was too hot for Chris. The rusty camper van was the only good place to go as it still had working air conditioning. No friends or family. No happiness or joy. He was alone…