A large wooden door shuts beside Jack. Jack stands with his backpack filled with winter garb and school books in a long concourse. The oddly shaped building is the student recreational facility. To Jack’s left is a gallery overlooking three pools and to his right is a small shop with a check-in counter and beyond that is a health food restaurant. Behind him and at the far end of the concourse are two sets of glass entrance doors. It is snowing again.

“I forgot to tell you, you start on Monday,” Miranda reminds Jack while leaning against the wooden door.

“Thanks,” Jack sits his backpack down and pulls out a mask, two jackets, and a pair of winter biking gloves.

Miranda smiles and opens the wooden door and returns to her desk. The wooden door slowly shuts and latches with a distinct click.

Time to begin another job. He checks the jackets to make sure they overlap the gloves and mask. He briskly turns around and exits the building.