"...Yo Makena!" he shouted back to one of the other guards. He waved the dreadlocked guard over. "Look past that big building right there, into where Koreatown usedta be. Is that me? Or is that a big fuckin' tree that wasn't there before?"

He wasn't wrong. Straining up through the remains of an old apartment building, its branches bedecked in leaves of yellow and orange and red as they burst through rotting walls and broken windows, was a huge oak tree, healthy and vital and alive.