Ted managed to stop staring. But then the guy started whistling. It was worse than the humming. Something about it just grated on his nerves.
"Could you please, maybe, stop whistling?" Ted asked. "The humming was better."
He had his own paper, now open to the finance section. There wasn't really a true stock market here. There were always numbers for it printed in the paper, but he'd found no way to invest. He had an idea that it was just there to make people feel better about where they were.
It made him more uneasy. It kind of pointed right to the fact that this place was false all over. That it was constructed and not connected to anything outside of itself.