I was working at the EPA when my boss came in and announced that I was to gather my personal effects and leave. "You're fired," she told me. I was stunned, I walked out the door of my office and into and elevator, which I rode to the ground floor. I didn't get out, and instead waited inside as the elevator ascended back to the floor where my office was. I got out and walked slowly around floor that my office was located on. Everything had a sleek, futuristic look to it: the color palette of mostly of very light shades of white, while light sources proved to be light strips tracing the edge of the ceiling in segments. In my wandering, I only noticed that I was approaching a TSA checkpoint when I was about 10 feet away. I hastily changed my course and headed back in the direction of my office. I brushed against an old man with a straw hat and a salt and pepper beard. He looked up, and suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders with a light of recognition in his eyes. He took me by the arm and walked with me. Somehow, I gained an understanding that this was my grandfather, long dead, yet strangely alive. When we were about where my office was, my grandfather looked at a woman who was standing in the pavilion area. She was my grandmother. He walked over to her, got on one knee, and asked her to forgive him for faking his death for 30 years.