I go into a large room that seems very luxurious, with rich wood paneling all around. It's at my office, but there is no room like that in real life. I pull open the door, which is the kind that slides into the wall, feeling a awkward like I'm not supposed to be in there, but knowing that nobody else will be.

It's apparently Bruce H.'s office, who retired a couple of years ago, leaving it empty. But Bruce is there, kind of hiding behind the desk, with his hair all messy like he's gone a little bit off. He explains that he had to come in to fix some sort of problem. I say I'm just here for some schematics, which are on a podium over on the side of the room. I flip through several pages looking for the ones I want.