Zane knocked on the balcony door from the neighboring side. He was holding binoculars.

“Don’t panic.”

He immediately raised the binoculars.

“Actually, panic a little.”

He pointed across the street.

“There is a man walking around with a traffic cone.”

He lowered the binoculars.

“It’s been twenty minutes.”

He looked genuinely fascinated.

“He hasn’t done anything with it. He just has it.”

Zane raised the binoculars again.

“Oh my God. He’s sitting down.”

Silence.

“…with the cone.”