Signs of life...

Somewhere in the dim recesses of an old abandoned factory floor a light snaps on, flickering fitfully for a moment before giving a low steady gleam...

In that yellow glimmer a figure can be seen moving about rummaging through tool boxes and bins, shifting the collected debris off various work benches, keeping things that would be useful and tossing the rest, working through the tasks one would expect of someone getting ready to do a job...

Time passes...

Work appears to be progressing, more lights are lit, casting their yellow/white glare over part of the factory floor, some of the machinery has been taken apart, pieces strewn over the various workbenches and sections of the floor, from somewhere in the back the sound of hammering rings out, the clatter of something metallic being dropped onto the cement floor, the squeal of rusted metal being coaxed into being cooperative, and, of all things, the sound of someone quietly whistling "Winter Wrap Up"...