A dapper waiter stands near the edge of the ornate table. Two beautiful mahogany chairs sit underneath the table. Three fireflies fly about, with ambient buzzing and unearthly glowing. Everything is darkness, except the brick surface that everything stands on. What is visible? Only a man and table in patience, two chairs of playing, three fireflies giving light, and a brick floor for stability. The man in waiter's clothes is holding two brochures while waiting for a guest to walk in.

A hit-man enters the area, shoots the waiter in the heart, and wrests the two brochures from the waiter's arms. The hit-man makes his exit, leaving the fabric of reality to disintegrate behind him... What he will do with those brochures? Nobody knows...