an entry flips over to reveal executive vice president.
once again her image pulsates. there is a roaring sound and an airy steam whistle as she silently moves her lips.
the massive hudsucker building looms dizzily up towards the stars, capped by the huge hudsucker clock.
a sickening drop. receding snowflakes. on the street far, far below, a lone car's headlights cut through the falling snow.
the open window at a steep angle. someone inside slides it shut.
looking steeply up.
looking up the length of the hudsucker building. someone or something wrapped in white is flying toward us, coming down from the stars.