Episode Two: Front of house

Well here you are. The wide, wild world. It's all ... dusty and... loud and... disturbingly non-theoretical.

The wind carries the combined scent of dogs and diesel and toast and alcohol-heavy perfume, and your shoes kick up pebbles along the asphalt.

Everything is happening... simultaneously. You're in a domestic petri dish.

Here outside your little subset of the world.

You aren't in Kansas anymore, Toto.

[Look]

You are on the street, in front of your apartment block. It is a dull, temperate, moderate, average day.

An obnoxiously-colored sports-utility-vehicle is parked both on the road and on the sidewalk.

Your mailbox is smirking maliciously from its place along a low brick wall.

To the north, your apartment.

To the south - the street continues.

[Look at car]

It's bright blue. Bright - royal - 100% saturated blue. It has bright silver rims, and pitch black tinting over the windows.

Whoever owns this piece of engineering... you rest easy knowing that he is likely rotting slowly from VD and hair-gel poisoning.

[Look at mailbox]

Once - it was an efficient method of communication over distance. Now, it is an obnoxious method by which to rub your face in bureaucracy.

Every time you are given "Warm Regards" or "Kind Regards" or "Best Wishes" - the doomsday clock inches one tick closer to midnight.

[Use mailbox]

You open the mailbox. It is empty. You heart-rate slows slightly. You sigh. For now - you are safe. For now - the world is safe.

[South]