Disclaimer: Sadly my name doesn't appear to be in the credits.
Internal Reflection
The windows of his office afford a good view out into the outside world, but sometimes when the light catches them just right their polished gleam turns inward and he is surrounded by mirrors that press his office back upon him.
He sees Blues' face reflected in them whenever it rains and the raindrops patter out a melancholy tune on the rooftop.
He sees Laika's face when frost paints delicate, muted pictures and as it snows and sharp edges are softened with white.
He sees Netto's face whenever the sunlight glints off glass and brightens the room with its warmth.
It's strange. He can see all their faces and yet wherever he looks, he cannot find his own.