standing at his window, milo can see #21. workers in hardhats come out of it, carrying lunchboxes. milo holds a small writing pad. he notes the time.
he watches a security guard go into #21 on his rounds, notes the time: 3:45 am.
pan off the clock to find milo at his desk, looking at the clock with a certain dread. it's time.
slow push-in on the phone on milo's desk: it's ringing.
milo scrolls his skywire code, concentrating intensely. till he feels some stickiness on his thumb and forefinger. he rubs them together, peers at his keys.