A gray, urban landscape. The sound of rhythmic, dull traffic. ARLO (17), eyes heavy with routine,...

A gray, urban landscape. The sound of rhythmic, dull traffic. ARLO (17), eyes heavy with routine, walks among a crowd of commuters. Everyone moves in sync. NARRATOR (V.O.) The world was normal. The sun rose at the same angle every morning. Humanity lived as if this was all there ever was. Arlo stops at a crosswalk. He doesn’t look at the “Walk” sign. He looks up.