Nick smokes a joint in the sauna. He feels a deep and dreamy release. The smoke and steam are like being in a timeless mist. The world is behind him, his mother running off, his older sister running to Russia, changing her name to Anastasia.

He is falling asleep when the fire alarm sounds, an electronic chirp. The cops will be here soon. They’ll take his joint, judge him coldly.

He runs, out the sauna, through the bland halls. He feels like a force is pulling at his legs, backwards, backwards, backwards. He keeps thinking of the mist, running, running.