Ignatz

"Do not forget to vacuum the corners."

A click somewhere inside. The world slows.

"Back again, Hershel."

He turns his head toward you in slow-motion and barely.

"Operant. Something big is happening, isn't it?"

The sleek metal callbox stands guard.

"As I suspected, my sources were very pleased with your work. Well done, Hershel. It's an honour to work with you again."

You pick up the payphone's handset. A dolphin emblem smiles at you, its eyes wide.