Vess sat in a building with a nice view of the sea. Not the city. If he looks at that for too long, he gets all reminisce-y and depressive. But he did find a solar charger for his MP3 player. So, he plugged it in, and pressed a random song. It was some electro-swing type thin by some British guy. Vess sighed, closed his eyes, as sang along with the music as it echoed faintly through the streets.