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@@ -72,6 +72,38 @@ are sighted, hearing, have feeling in their fingertips, can read small text, is
 ridiculous and limits the audience far too much. Accessibility is the future
 absolutely.
 
+	0908 In the car on the way to New York City.
+	1135 Still in the car
+
+	I'm still getting over having my desktop Fx on my phone. It's glitchy
+as hell but it works. Like, damm!
+
+	A crowd had formed outside of the building, in the parking lot. Ted
+stood with his hands in his pockets and tie blowing in the slight breeze
+watching the blaze.
+	Out of the crowd a single black (trousers) and white (shirt) figure
+emerged. He walked tensely to Ted and stood in front of him. Ted's blank gaze
+stayed looking through his boss to the fire.
+	"Ted, you piece of shit." The boss, a lanky mam of roughly the same
+height as Ted whose name escaped memory, sprayed a small droplet of saliva
+on Ted's collar, which bothered Ted. Ted looked at his shoes pointing to his
+boss's. "You're fired -" Ted smiled "- of course, and we'll see what the
+authorities do when they arrive."
+	Ted's wife emerged from the crowd in the same attire. She looked roughly
+like Ted - plain beyond words - with a softer face and longer hair. "Hey, Ron,
+we're all a little stressed. Look at him. He's snapped. That's not Ted anymore.
+Take it easy and we'll let the EMTs take a look."
+	Ron brushed Ted's wife's chin with his finger and had a look in his eye
+that confused Ted. "Alright Minerva. I- I'm not sure what we're gonna do," he
+turned towards the office, "about all this." This was the first time Ted had
+seen his boss stutter.
+	"We'll get on."
+	Without waiting for any authorities to arrive, Ron found his car in the
+parking lot and got in. Minerva got into the passenger's seat without prompt.
+Ted listened but didn't watch as the car started and then rolled out of the
+lot. He watched the smoke billow out of the windows.
+	Ted whispered to himself. "Arson time."
+
 
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