FADE IN:
INT. PEST CONTROL CALL CENTER – NIGHT

A low-lit, humming call center. Phones ring intermittently. One line clicks open.

OPERATOR
Pest Control, how can I help you?

CALLER
Um… hi. I’m not even sure if this is the right place to call.
Something’s happening—I saw it last year, in Miami,
but now it’s… here. In Baltimore.

OPERATOR
Can you describe the situation?

CALLER
I don’t know. It’s not a pest, exactly. Not like… rats or insects.
It’s more like—something in the air? A kind of atmosphere.
It’s thick, it’s everywhere, and it feels… full.
There are objects—hundreds, like, over 400—and they’re just… there. Watching. Waiting. Reacting?

OPERATOR
What do these objects look like?

CALLER
It’s hard to say. Some look like avatars.
Others like, I don’t know—tributes? Glitches?
There’s something emotional about them.
Like they’re carrying things—memories, missed connections, things you meant to say but didn’t.
It’s unsettling, but not…bad. Just… overwhelming?

OPERATOR
Is it causing any harm?

CALLER
No, not harm exactly. It’s more like…the space is breathing. Like it’s alive.
And it’s listening. Reacting to everything that’s been happening—like the election, the silence after, all the… disconnection. It’s not something you can remove.
I don’t even think it wants to leave.

OPERATOR
So, what would you like us to do?

CALLER
I’m not sure. I guess—I just needed to say it out loud.
That it’s here. That something is happening.
And it’s not going away.

A pause. Faint ambient sound in the background.

OPERATOR
Understood.

\[Call ends.\]
FADE OUT.