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.,He was so poor, his pockets were cleaner than his face. Some thoughts just popped out of his head automatically.,"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."。