A fireball streaks across the sky. Everyone is now involved. And the chase goes on.
Silence from across the channel. Waiting for connection following the tough call and hard edge. Everyone is apologetic. Nobody knows why. At least not yet.
Two lanes across from a cleaners. Lights on, detected through beaded panes, slipping down the glass by way of least resistance. They join in bubbles of warm yellow glow, and every so often the green halos turn yellow, and red. In that moment the door opens and another is released, bags slapping off the corner of the door as they escape before the valve is shut again. Too many bags. An expensive day. The boots and bags hurry left towards the edge of this room. Of this view. And the halos turn green again. And the view is obscured… the beads in focus once more. The only still entity.