Andy was broke. There was no doubt about it. Sure, he could afford a couple of drinks at a bar, or order some ridiculously expensive coffee, but if he did so, he would be completely out of money. And that could not be allowed to happen. He desperately needed funding for his movie. [i]Desperately[/i]. So as he walked through the streets of Floor 76, Bill capturing some footage of the advertisment-filled cityscape, an ad for a certain corporation caught his eye: FTL. He'd heard about their funding programs. They were used to fund ideas that would, in the long run, help others in some way, shape or form. Andy's movie would help people, right? It would help them see exactly how bad things are in Metropolis. It would wake them up. Wouldn't it?

So, calling Bill down, Andy found a pay-phone, the only one he'd seen in the city during his time there, and called the number on the advertisement.

"You have reached the Forward Thinking Leaders Collective. Our line is busy for the moment, please stand by. We will be with you shortly," answered an obviously recorded message, before switching into what would be considered elevator music.

"Oh, well that's just dandy-" began Andy, before getting cut off by an attractive female voice.

"Hi, this is Angela from the Forward Thinking Leader's Collective, how may I help you today?"

"Oh, uh, hi Angela, my name is Andy Hughes, I'd like to apply a film I'm working on for your funding program."

"Okay, yep... I'm afraid that requires an appointment. Would you like to make one?"

"Yes please. Can it be today? In about an hour?"

"Yes, that can be done. Your pitch will be reviewed at FTLH on Floor 112 in an hour."

"Thanks Angela-"

She hung up before he could finish his sentence.

"Wow. Well, okay then. I guess we're off to the 112th Floor, Bill."