Picture if you will, Henry Hightower, a man obsessed with collecting artifacts no matter the cost. Not for worship, not for artistic value ,but the sake of collecting in of itself. Keeping even the most sacred of treasures locked away in a private box, never to see the light of day. A man who prides himself not in preserving history for curious generations ,not to protect the cultures of old from an ever changing world, but for his own fleeting amusement, only to be forgotten amongst the cold breaches of his private office. Slowly and surely isolating himself from the world and family. Friend and foe alike. Shielding himself from outside thought or criticism. Locked quietly away in: The Twilight Zone.