On Set: Pontypool
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The building is melting.
Overcome by heat and the endless footsteps of use the floor itself begins to sweat grow slippery-slick soft. Aged and beat his rubber floors stil malleable warp even after all these years, his towering panes of glass now faded painted gray with fifty summers winters falls of blemishes and dust.
Outside a car, middle-class but nondescript pulls into its spot of old and the neo-cowboy airbender steps into the surrounding blizzard whipping so silently deafening around him.
