A city bus station.
Light shines in from above, through arched windows.
Barely recognizable announcements are made over the scratchy PA system. At his feet are three suitcases, stacked neatly on top of one another, arranged by size. Daniel's lips move as he slides his finger along the newspaper, seeming to take much longer with each word as is necessary. It's as if he's tracing every letter he encounters. A pair of Walkman headphones clamped over her ears and a backpack thrown over one jaunty shoulder don't hide the fact that she looks nervous.