At sea level, two helicopters thunder towards the city center. On all highways out of the city, cars are bumper to bumper. The Prime Minister has found it in the best interest of the nation to order the evacuation of the capital. In a red car on his way to town, Jonas nervously straightens his tie. He is late. He has applied for a job as a hotel clerk and is nervously reciting to himself: "Sorry I'm late. Sorry I'm late."