Hulk lost the music in one of the City's shuffles. He missed it. He shrugged one shoulder twice in memory of the enchanting rhythm.
Looking around, he discovered he was near a park. Cool, quiet nature beckoned him. He trudged into the grass and felt his mind calm. He wasn't quite so hungry any more. He wasn't angry any more, either, but he didn't shift back into Banner. There was still something primal that had hold of him, and until that released its grip on his mind, he would remain the Hulk.
There were others like him here. Not exactly like him, of course. He was much bigger and greener than they.