The artists face fills the camera as he lays back on his bed smoking a cigarette. He pours himself a bowl of froot loops, then proceeds to dump the box and then 2 more boxes onto his bed. taking large bags of sugar and mulch, he adds to the pile on his bed. A pair of brightly colored shoes with metal spokes are used to dig through the mess. He leaves the bedroom and ventures to the subway, the camera positioned on the right foot. Shaking and squeaking with every step, he walks through the station virtually alone. as a train comes in, people start to fill in, with nobody paying any mind to his garments. Greg's voice sounds, speaking of how he found a lost umbrella and was unable to return it due to the mass of bodies in the station. It cuts back to him in bed smoking, and as he continues his story he speaks to the anxiety he felt due to the inability to properly return the umbrella. He states "I started following this woman who i thought might have dropped the umbrella. She was way ahead of me at this point. I caught her. Would you believe it? It was her umbrella.... that was how we first met."