In a community within the city of Marietta, located in the outer satellite city, Martin-Davis hobbled into the living room, his injured knee protesting with pain.,Martin sat on the sofa, dust dancing in the air made his nose itch, a sneeze about to erupt was thwarted by something hard poking his bottom.,"I'm now certain, you didn't get knocked silly." Elena wasn't even concerned, she pointed to the small copse of trees behind the house: "James is buried there."。