it was winter, and vox was working a part time job, working at the theater after movies ended. He cleaned up after people, and stood by the popcorn machine. it was boring, really. everyday he watched hundreds of people enter the theater, to either escape from the cold snow outside, or to bug vox with questions instead of buying a ticket. after movies, he swept away left over food from the seats.

one evening, after cleaning the seats with a broom, he sensed someone watching him. he looked up at the door to see a a person standing there. vox raised his eyebrow, since the movie had already ended. they must had been looking for the exit

"the exits on your left, sweetheart,"