Five days a week, Garrett walked from the office to the deli two blocks away and got basically the same thing for lunch.

On the way, he passed by an old tree in a vacant lot, twice, and always spared it a glance.

There were seven store bags caught in its branches, along with three shoes, a shiny balloon, a few things that needed a closer look to properly identify.

Occasionally something vanished, fallen or deteriorated, but not often enough.

Not often enough for Garrett, also stuck in the tree, waiting for the fire department.