A man walks down a fluorescent-lit hallway. He’s carrying a vial, stolen from the same top-secret lab that gave him his powers. As he attempts to unscrew the cap, he accidentally drops it. The vial shatters. A soft scent of tea and peaches begins to pour out into the air around him.
A group of nervous men, sitting quietly in a circle, holding mugs that read “TEA TIME IS NICE TIME”. A man holding a faded teacup, weeping openly. A waitress carrying trays of tea to waiting customers. A crowd of anxious people growing ever more restless as they wait their turn at a tea shop.
A young girl with a large dandelion crown sits at a picnic table. All around her lays a seemingly endless expanse of yellow flowers. A young couple at the table pour tea for her. “This is for you,” the woman says, handing her a steaming mug.
A poet looks out across a neighborhood park where sixteen people are sleeping, with their heads resting on their folded arms. A woman sits next to him with a cup of tea. She touches his arm.
An old man with wispy white hair and a long, white beard. He leans over and sits at the end of a table where three other men are deep in conversation. He brings two cups of tea to the table and places them before the two younger men. “I apologize for being late,” he says.
A boy with a small revolver is running from the law. He comes to a fence, which he climbs, and there sits an old man, sipping his tea. The boy sits down, and for a moment he is content. Suddenly, both of them notice the ravens on the ground beneath them.