The Grey Gentlemen have been called back to headquarters for their daily meeting. All their black cars are parked in their designated spaces while, with an eerie coldness, the men head into the elevator.

In the large amphitheater-style meeting room, they are still taking their seats, so many of them. The Gray President, along with the executives, are seated at a large table in the center of the room, and a large screen behind them captures their faces up close.

The President exhales smoke from his cigar, a grin on his face.

"As you can see, the time bank is completing its expansion across the planet, and now we are close to achieving our well-earned goals."