INT. TOWNHOUSE ANTECHAMBER – NIGHT<\/p>\n
Forty-something guy in a suit is just getting home from work. It’s already dark, and the house is empty. First things first: a beer from the fridge. Next, a tug at the knot of his tie.<\/p>\n
He checks his watch, then reaches back into the fridge and grabs another coldie, two peanut butter oatmeal bars and a jar of fresh Nutella.<\/p>\n
INT. TOWNHOUSE LOFT<\/p>\n
The room is massive. 12′ ceilings. A wall of shaded glass, leading out to a two-story terrace. The blinds are halfway drawn, and light from the city paints the room in two.<\/p>\n
He places his dinner on a long glass desk. The monstrous display in front of him jumps back to life, but he continues over to the window and shuts off a nearby light.<\/p>\n
For some reason, he can’t lower the blinds all the way. A glance outside through the 3″ gap reveals nothing out of the ordinary. The streets are empty, and he’s clearly in a nice part of town.<\/p>\n
He looks up and sees a small knot tied a few inches above the end of the string. Loosening the knot between his teeth, the blinds glide shut with a single effortless stroke.<\/p>\n
Starting back toward the computer, he tosses his blazer on the back of an leather recliner, pulls off his tie completely and unfastens the top button.<\/p>\n
Three bites later, the oatmeal bars are gone, and he licks the superfluous Nutella from his manicured fingertips.<\/p>\n
Next, a quick hand wash, followed by a few loud tunes on the stereo.<\/p>\n
Before he even sits down, the keyboard is already rumbling…<\/p>\n