The wind was different that morning.
It blew in short, uneven bursts along the coast, lifting fine sand before letting it settle around the production tents. The hospital façade stood against the shoreline, propped up by temporary supports. Cables ran across wooden platforms on the sand, their edges held down by bags crusted with salt.
Noah arrived before most of the crew finished setting up the emergency tent. The sky was gray and dull, the horizon blurred by haze. He got out of the SUV and briefly checked the wind before walking toward wardrobe.
A production assistant walked next to him. "The trailer dropped this morning," she said, as if it were just a change in call time.
He looked at her a moment. "For the series?"
"Yeah. It's already moving."
He gave a brief nod and went inside.
