The sun peered underneath the clouds slowly choking its reign upon the sky. The corridor Shaftesbury Avenue created left the dwindling light feel like the decline of humanity - the end of days. Turning to the adjacent window the sky was a blue-black and fileld with fierce snowflakes blowing fervently through the air. The eerie lack of noise, blocked out by the vacuum of commerce inside, left everything with a movie sheen. If a tidal wave were to come to finish us off, it would be like watching the greatest cinematic shot of all time, especially as there'd be no time left to repeat such a feat.