steadman style, A vertical illustration of a panicked businessman fleeing on foot down a city street at night, viewed from a low angle just behind him as he runs. The man is a wiry hunched figure mid-stride, one leg kicking back high behind him, the other planted forward, his suit jacket flapping wildly. His face is turned in a half-glance over his shoulder toward the viewer — bulging terrified eyes, mouth stretched open in a soundless scream, beads of sweat flying off his bald head in scattered droplets. His briefcase swings from one clenched fist, papers spilling from it and fluttering through the air behind him in a long trailing wake. His tie whips sideways. One shoe has come off and tumbles through the air mid-spin. The street beneath him is a smear of bright neon-yellow across the lower portion of the frame, the wet pavement reading as a viscous puddle of saturated color. Two long thin streaks suggest reflections of streetlights stretching toward the viewer. Behind and around the figure, narrow skyscrapers rise on both sides, countless tiny lit windows visible as small rectangles, the buildings leaning slightly inward as if closing in. The space between the buildings and the figure is filled with floating circular bubbles or orbs in various sizes — drifting transparent shapes that pass through the air and overlap the man's body and the buildings. Above the buildings, the red night sky stretches across the upper portion of the frame. A black splotchy ink lightning bolt descends down from the sky to the man