From the production tents, the coastline looked plain. Water calm under a light sky. Small waves coming in without force. The air salty, leaving a layer on equipment and clothing—sand collected in the seams of boots, along the edges of cables. The hospital façade stood against it. From certain angles, convincing when the wind hit it. Less so.
Noah arrived on set before first call. He stepped out of a rented SUV already gathering dust.
The crew moved differently outside than inside the studio. Radios replaced shouting. Sandbags held down light stands. The wind changed direction unexpectedly, affecting microphones and fabric.
He adjusted his jacket collar and walked past the catering tent to the temporary staging area. A production assistant nodded as he went by.
"The wind's picking up again," she said, looking at the water.
"It holds," Noah replied, without looking up.
