There's a doctor's office in the fog. The door is wide open. I go inside and shut the door behind me. The door won't stay closed. No one is in the lobby, no one at the reception counter. But the lights are on. Soft music plays through a vent in the wall like barely-perceptible gas. I sit down and attempt to read a newspaper. But the words slide off the page. There is no clock on the wall to help me measure my waiting. But the wait is long. Fog blows in through the open doorway.