The elevator doors open and I walk out and into a parking garage. All gray concrete. Smooth. Tall ceilings. I hear footsteps behind me. Step and echo. I want to turn but do not. If I look something terrible will happen. I’m alone. It’s late at night. There’s a parking attendant ahead of me on the right. Black jacket, black tie, black pants, black shoes, black hat. I can’t see his face, it’s in shadow. As I pass him, I notice that he’s breaking apart, floating, becoming a dark cloud. As I turn to watch him spread, I float upward too, and although he has no eyes, we see each other. Him expanding ever larger, me floating ever higher. Aware of each other, watching.