She looked around. Nopony. She half expected a tumbleweed to lazily roll by, the scene was so fitting. Hmph. Oh well, nopony to bother her. She started to turn, but a glint caught her eye. She focused on where it came from. A shrub by her doorway. Shrubs aren't shiny. Something in the shrub, perhaps? She stuck her head below the base of the shrub, looking for the source of the shiny. A black box sat there, under the shrub. Covered in dirt, slightly worn, but not a Scratch on it's surface.