Max collapses in the taxi, his down jacket too warm for the season. His long, greasy hair sticks to his weary face. The journey to the airport drags on and on. The city flies by, grey and dreary, a perfect reflection of his crappy day. Max sighs, jaded to the core. He stares at the speedometer, hypnotised by the rising figures. The silence in the cabin is as heavy as his tired soul.