A gray london-esque fog sits over the city, just cool enough to see the wisps of your breath misting in the air. The fragrance of cheap perfume intermingles with the rich and masks the suffocating scent of combustion residue from the hundreds of honking cars fighting to get to some urgent destination.

"everyone wants everything done now or yesterday"

This silent urgency fills everyone's eyes, never breaking pace for the sea of activity going on around them. It was them and their final destination. Nothing else existed in between.