ENTER: A Blur careening around a tiny dorm room. The Blur is holding a pair of black Vans and hopping while pulling on an inside-out sock. The Blur manages to get the sock on and suddenly catches sight of the clock, which is flashing the time of 9:05 AM in unforgiving green LEDs. The Blur picks up speed and runs into the corner of the bed, taking the hit squarely in the ribs. The Blur yells an obscenity and then rushes to grab a backpack, a water bottle, keys, and a mask, oblivious to the fact that their laptop remains on the cluttered desk. The Blur runs out the door, remembering to lock it out of pure luck, and promptly trips over their untied shoes in the hallway.
It’s me. I’m the Blur.