A Farm House next to a city with buildings made of Glass. An old woman sits by the window looking out at the city feeling lost in the moment. As the fog drifts into the valley the old man looks to his wife (who’s been sitting at the window for at least an hour) then walks across the room, sits in the chair beside her and takes her hand . She finally brakes from her gaze and looks at him, they both smile and he says in a gentle tone; “Honey, I think it time to move.”