Various Mind Workers, in colors of purples and teals, with gloves and tools walk around the set of that nights dream. Paula is laughing wildly about some dumb joke, ausing Xeni to grumble.

"Paula please, quiet while the real artists work. You are seriously disrupting my process!" Xeni exclaims, hand smacking his typewriter keys in annoyance. His other hand flails for his coffee from cage maturity, which he finds is empty. "Ugh, you!" He points at a random worker. "Coffee now, hot mocha from Cafe Maturity, medium." He snaps his fingers, but as the worker goes to scurry away, Paula stops them.

"We need the workers here, Xeni, go get your own. We'll survive without you trying to take over for five minutes." Paula says.

"I'm not taking over, it's called sharing the creative medium, Paula." He grumbles as he grabs his ID for the commissary. "Not that you would know anything about that. I'm taking five!" He yells as he wanders out of the soundstage. "Getting my own coffee, what's the point of being a director if I can't direct and work?"