Chip has carried the unfamiliar yellow pencil only a few steps when someone gasps from a doorway nobody remembers noticing.

“My pencil!” Glitch says, already reaching for it. “The important one nobody is supposed to move.”

Chip looks at the studio beyond Glitch, then back at the pencil. “In my defense, it was under Dozer.”

Behind them, one unfinished sign appears to have developed an entire professional network.