All over. It was all over. He had recovered the Interceptor, and found a cave to live in. He was satisfied. His Interceptor. Pretty much all he had left. He was trying to get it moving good again, so daily he would scavange for parts that fit his 1973 Ford Falcon XB GT. He hoped he could live out his life in peace, but he knew that would never happen. His name, Max Rockatansky.