Clouds of dust sparkle behind it. Speck grows to reveal pickup rapidly closing in on telephone booth. Truck reaches booth. Truck screeches to a complete stop in front of the telephone booth and a young man jumps out. The young man walks over to the telephone and picks it up.
Young man turns around, still listening to telephone.
Yes, the Update will be a little late, I am out of town for the rest of the week. . . . He is confused, intently trying to understand what he is hearing. No, no, it is not your fault, there is no need to be sorry. I will send the Update out when I return. . . .