Attractive people are evenly placed at awkward angles in a brightly lit restaurant.
A blonde woman with a large head and an impossibly tiny body stands near to a similarly shaped brunette. “I can’t believe that you’re having a baby,” the blonde announces into the general direction of the brunette.
The brunette blinks, non-responsive for a moment. “Did you all just feel that? It felt like. . . missing time.”
A square jawed man with meticulous bedhead leans towards the women. “Just stay out of cabs and elevators after eight months!”
“Yeah,” the brunette says, realizing. “You shared that cab with that lady and then had to help her deliver her baby. She kinda looked like that woman from those 80s movies. And then your wife had that baby when she was trapped in an elevator with her mean coworker. That’s weird.”
The brunette sits down on a plush couch. “Why does this restaurant have a sofa?” she wonders aloud.
“Beth, you okay?” the blonde asks.
“I don’t know.”
“You look like Benny trying to do long division.”
The brunette shakes her head. “I’m thinking about my dad.”
“I love your-”
“I can picture three different men as my dad!” She pauses. “I think I have two different middle names. I don’t remember elementary school or any childhood friends. I’ve only seen my sister once!”
“It’s hormones. Just relax!”
“I don’t think I’ve ever gone to the bathroom before!”
Beth looks up and sees that the restaurant has no ceiling.