They are in a room, in a building, filled with small chairs with little hinged desk attachments. One wall is lined with windows, through which a single sun peeks. Another wall has a blackboard, empty except for some chalk symbols which they can not read (but which would read "Mr. Maxwell's 7th Grade Science- Go, Vote-For-A-Class-Names!"). The other walls are covered in various posters and diagrams, all of which are as unintelligible as the words on the chalkboard.

There is an open door leading to a darkened hallway, and in the doorway stands a man whose mouth is wide open. In addition to the doorway, the man stands in a slowly-spreading puddle of coffee, spilling from a dropped cup and pooling around his shoes. The man is staring at them.