National Dream Center

I'm in a government building. It's all metal and glass, lots of people walking around doing who knows what. It kind of resembles an airport terminal, but this is definitely a secure government area. I sit down at a corner where there are a lot of people arriving. They are all wearing period clothing, from all different eras. As they walk past me, all I keep thinking is we must get the details right. One slip up, and we'll be in hot water and somewhere there will be another one of those blasted anomalous photos.

We have to get the details right.