The city is alive, but it looks and feels dead.
It's getting dark and a teenage boy is walking on a residential street. He goes into a building, goes up a few floors and in through the cracked-open door. It is a large flat, barely furnished. He looks around to see the person that buzzed him in. We then hear a twang from a guitar from one of bedrooms - very Ry Cooder. Somebody sniffles.
