We travelled lethargically through the construction having satisfied specific cinematic curiosities before returning home. Once again no Grizzly Bears adorned our path. A cup of organic coffee gingerly swathed my taste buds with a delicate flavour cultivated in the Guatemalan Highlands during many temperamental seasons. A laugh, a giggle, bursting with an appropriately energetic rhythm, stylistic, pithy, and staunch. I reasoned (correctly) that we were 7 minutes from our destination. The evening proved to be improvised and eventful.