Greg stands looking up at a woman behind an elevated reception desk. On the front of the desk is a sign that says UNITED STATES POSTAL CORPS ENTRANCE EXAM and a list of RULES and PROHIBITED items. The woman is holding a pen and looking at a clipboard. To Greg's right is a secure-looking door with a flashing light above it.

"I'm sorry Mr. Glass, it looks like you're awaiting a criminal trial. I'm afraid you can't sit the exam with criminal charges pending."

A large cafeteria-like space. On the far wall is lettering that reads AUTOMATIC CAFE. Below the sign there are four tall columns that look like miniature elevators with dishes on small, vertically-rotating platforms. There's also a soda fountain and frozen yogurt dispenser. A person puts money in a slot by one of the food elevators. Various people including Greg and Q are scattered around the large tables. In the foreground are partial walls with signs reading ...TIC CAFE and BREAKFAST LUNCH DINNER LATE NITE.

"It was a stupid mistake! The fence was broken, I just walked through. I didn't even know I was in the NAIL. Anyway, when is it you're leaving?"

Q looking pensive. He and Greg have fountain sodas.

"Monday. I'm gonna spend two weeks in Vegas, then head out to LA for at least a month. It'll be good to get out of town, too many people recognize me here. It's getting on my nerves."

A main who looks like a congressional intern approaches the table, waving his finger at Q. Q and Greg both look irritated.

"Are you Q Reynolds? Did you say that thing on stage at the Solar Room about llamas? I've been meaning to chew your ear about that..."