**INT. UNIVERSITY HALLWAY - DAY** *The sound of vacuums and mops splashing in buckets form the backdrop. DAVID, a confident young man with an air of controlled intensity, is walking down the hallway, his eyes glued to his phone, watching a Jordan Peterson lecture. He nearly bumps into MRS. WINSTON, a cheery 50-something cleaning lady with a mop in one hand and a spray bottle in the other.* **DAVID:** Whoa, sorry about that, Mrs. Winston. **MRS. WINSTON** (chuckles): No worries, love. You're in your own world there. Mind if I ask what you're so engrossed in? **DAVID:** Oh, just some psychology stuff. You know, Jordan Peterson, ever heard of him? **MRS. WINSTON:** Can't say that I have. Is he one of them self-help gurus? I had a friend who was into all that. Swore by it she did. **DAVID** (smirks): Well, he's a bit more complex than that. Kind of like... he makes you see how to structure your life, you know? Disciplined. Purposeful. Kind of hypnotic in his own way, I guess. **MRS. WINSTON** (playfully): Hypnotic, you say? I remember watching one of them hypnotist shows on the telly once. Always wondered if it were real. How about you? You believe in that stuff? **DAVID:** I guess I'm a bit skeptical. You need to focus, relax, and trust the person to even start. *Mrs. Winston sprays the mirror, wiping it in circular motions. David can't help but follow the rhythmic swaying of the cloth.* **MRS. WINSTON:** Right, focus and relax, huh? Like this, you reckon? Look at how the cloth goes round and round, nice and steady. **DAVID** (his demeanor softening): Yeah, sort of like that. You need a rhythm. But also a voice that guides you, soft and steady. It's about the pattern, repetition... *He trails off, his eyes fixated on the circular movement.* **MRS. WINSTON:** Like me mop, maybe? Back and forth, back and forth. The floor gets cleaner and your mind quietens down. Pretty calming, I'd say. *David nods absently, the tension in his shoulders easing.* **MRS. WINSTON** (continuing, her voice gentle and rhythmic): And I guess they'd need to trust the person, too. Someone who makes them feel safe, at ease, someone like your old Mrs. Winston. **DAVID** (his voice softer now, almost dreamlike): Yeah, like that... Safe and at ease... **MRS. WINSTON** (a playful glint in her eye): You just keep watching the cloth, love. Let your thoughts drift away a bit. Funny how simple actions can be so soothing, innit? Watching the cloth go round, the mop swish-swish, the world outside just fades a bit, doesn't it? *David's eyes are locked on the mirror, unaware that his breathing has slowed, his attention captured entirely.* **MRS. WINSTON** (softly, a smile in her voice): You keep focusing on that, dear. I've got to finish up here. You'll let me know if it works, won't you? *She chuckles lightly, moving on with her cleaning, leaving David standing there, deeply entranced by the mundane act turned surprisingly mesmerizing.* **DAVID** (murmurs, out of it): Yeah... I'll... let you know... *Mrs. Winston gives a satisfied nod, pushing her cleaning cart away as the scene fades and David remains, still entranced by the repetitive, calming nature of the cleaning routine.* **FADE OUT.**