"Shit I'm late!" Daniel Funke uttered before running out of the door, forgetting to close and lock it. As he dash towards the subway station from a block or so away, running harder than Usain Bolt would but without the speed to get him there as the train have already began to pull away by the time he reach the stairs. As if that was bad enough, he also have to wait for the swarm pouring down the stairs, causing the guy to jump back and yell through his double mask, "Whatever happen to social distancing? Put on some mask you spreaders!" which attracted some few weird looks from people as he sounded muffled enough to reminds them of Kenny before the onlookers shrugs and went on their ways.

After it was over, Funke finally made his way to the platform where he then gets on the train and breathes a sigh of relief as the train is less packed than he though it would be. Thirty minutes later upon checking his watch for the thirteenth time, the train starts to slow down and stops right on the track between two stations. At this point Funke begins to clench his fist remembering the previous train he had just missed a while ago and wonder how different things could have been had he gotten there in time but had woken up late because he spend all night combating "trolls" on Twitter who were on his case after his screw up on posts he had made. Funke begins to mutter profanities under his breath as he waited for what seem like eternity before the train finally begins to move once again.

As soon as the train finally reaches his stop, Funke bolts out of the door and dash through the exit down the stairs of the station where he then runs towards the warehouse few blocks away, leaving him a panting mess. After catching his breath, Funke reach into his coat pocket and pulls out a badge as he proceeds towards the entrance of the warehouse, showing it to a person guarding the door. After being allowed in, Funke enters the building and takes his seat before asking the person next to him, "Am I late?"

The person looks at Funke for a second before moving away from him.

"My fellow brethren." a man on the stage implores.