Action: Hector walks down a New York city sidewalk on a sunny morning.
Hector: Dang dang, my poor, crapulous head is killing me. Pounding from another jagged night of gin. Sick from the cloying sting of juniper.
Hector: My wife left me. My daughter looks at me like I'm a monster. Now I'm late for work. God, my life can't get any worse.
Action: A large shadow creeps through the city from above.
Action: Hector looks up, surprised. The shadow washes over and beyond him.
Action: Hector's eyes widen in disbelief and alarm. A fiery explosion reflects in his pupils.
Action: We see the World Trade Center - where Hector works - getting struck by a plane. Fire and explosions fill the frame.
Action: Our focus returns to Hector. He haplessly slips on a banana peel on the sidewalk.