He fidgets nervously, stroking his hair and tie into place, gazing across the chaotic yet barren landscape. For comfort, he holds his paper files to his chest. After some internal debate and flickering of the eyes, he decides to take the risk and sit on one of the huge mushrooms.

"I'm just a businessman," he murmurs to his hands. "Boring. Normal. Professional. Why me?" He's nervous, but not terrified. Yet.