He tries to transfer coins from his online wallet only to realize that once again the entirety of his savings has been taken by a hacker -- another Chinese relics dealer, he assumes.  He sighs and smiles, apologizes to the store clerk for the inconvenience and walks to his car. 

"What will I tell my wife now?"  Adam ponders.  "I already sunk her 401k with the promise that we won't need fiat investments because bitcoin." 

He looks across the parking lot past the freeway to a field with a single oak tree standing tall in the middle.  It's a warm fall day and the sun and air slow his pace allowing him to appreciate the natural beauty of the world as he makes his way toward that tall oak.  His phone is vibrating in his pocket, no doubt his wife realizing that Mt.Gox froze their account again after the latest troubles.  He ignores her.  As he approaches the tall oak, he checks his .22 caliber pistol that he always keeps on him in case he has to defend himself, his property, or the terms of a contract.  He sits beneath the tall oak, looks up to see the sun glinting through the falling leaves.  It's beautiful. He raises the .22 to his temple and begins to weep.