This concludes our meeting. Thank you all for coming !

Another meeting in a group for terminally ill patients, thank goodness, has ended. Can you imagine a more boring Friday evening? It's possible. Jack leisurely leaves the psychiatric hospital building, eating tasteless oatmeal cookies (which one of the patients brought to the group meeting). A man in office clothes leisurely walked along the street. Only one mediocre thought was spinning in his head: go to bed. Lowering his head to shake off the crumbs, he rolls his eyes tiredly and grumbles irritably about his tie being tied incorrectly again...