MVO: There are exactly 36 lines running up and down the front of my boss’s blue shirt… I think this is what they call eggshell blue… Or maybe it’s more of an ashen blue… Kind of like the open sky in June… I bet his wife picked it out for him… Chose that exact shade out of all the possibilities neatly folded on the shelf…. You know, the infinite mountain range is not neatly folded... Ah, look at the poor intern,goose bumps rising on his skinny arms…of course they are…we’re all sitting in a giant fridge. Makes me think of the warm tingle of the wind just outside these concrete white fences… And that thing the new guy does… cracking his knuckles every twelve minutes. Trust me, I’ve timed it. I know my boss is trying to tell me something about the slides projected on the wall, but all I can do is focus on the long narrow window set right behind him, with the shutters half way down… letting in just enough afternoon light to bounce off the top of his glistening, bald head…
SFX: BUZZ OF AC FADING OUT
MVO: I follow that single ray of sun with my eyes… I travel outside with it...
SFX: BIRDSONG, RUSTLING LEAVES
MVO: ...and down to the street across the building. I walk and walk until I reach the corner of the street… where I spot it. I open the door…