It wasn't an easy job at Lumon. From the beginning of the five questions on the desk, whose coldness burned the cheek of an unprepared man who had just awakened from a comatose sleep. They remembered nothing. And everyone thought that was the norm. There were no questions for anyone. Never. Dead silence, coffee at lunchtime, walking away toward the elevator. What was outside? The question wasn't brought up, though everyone thought about it. They'd been working here for a month, and these white walls, the sound of computer keys pressed and drove them crazy. This day was no better. The steady hum of the computer lulled them to sleep, almost put them in a trance. Suddenly, they felt a hand on their shoulder, which instantly brought them to their senses. "You can't sleep on the job." Mark's familiar voice comes with an annoying melody, like a record jammed. He speaks with a slight chuckle, trying to smile politely.