A minuscule drop of water forms from a crack in the ceiling. As it greedily pulls all the other water around towards it, it grows too large and falls into a puddle on the cold, stone floor. A resounding drip echoes throughout the room. A young man abruptly opens his eyes. An unfamiliar ceiling stares back down at him.

The young man turns his head, switches off the alarm and checks the time. It’s 6:00 AM. “Another morning…” He grumbles. He drags himself out of bed and puts on his work clothes; today a plaid button-up with the same old slacks. He walks to the other side of his room and stares out the window. It’s a surprisingly warm autumn morning. The early workers are all on their way, and a few living-room TV’s are audible across the street. He leans his head out the window to feel the breeze. The young man hears a quiet ‘drip’ behind him. A chill rushes into the room for a moment. “I should make breakfast and get on my way.” he thinks aloud.