A lonely man opens the window to the warehouse. Sliding through the opening, he notices a figure. For one second he stares, then turns away. He doesn't remember what he saw.
Sauntering through the warehouse, he feels like he is being watched. Slightly angling his body, he notices the figure again. He is being followed. He quickens his stride.
Why was he running again? Jogging towards the stairwell, he spies a gray angel.
He lets his eyelids close for one second, and they are upon him.