Now don""t forget it."Up on his rooftop at daybreak the next day, Terry ells a fourteen-year old neighborhood boy named Tommy (Thomas Handley) hat he thinks his pigeons have the life:Boy, they sure got it made, huh? Eatin"".She had escaped he castle where imprisoned, still cursed.She rebuffed him and warned: "Personal space is very important to me," and then summoned he warriors to be prepared to move out that night."During the dedication of the new telescope at the Gotham Observatory, Freeze mused as he prepared to freeze Gotham: "The combined power of the telescope""s reflecting crystals will complete my freezing engine.Without fuel they were nothing.They""d built a house of straw.The thundering machines sputtered and stopped.Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the avalanche.Their world crumbled, the cities exploded.A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear.Men began to feed on men.On the roads, it was a white-line nightmare.Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage, would survive.The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice.And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed.Men like Max, the warrior Max.In he roar of an engine, he lost everything, and became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past.