The TV in the rec room has been without a signal for some weeks now, but it plays a chilling white noise in the background-- to ease the sharp silence of the room if nothing else. Spencer clears his throat as he flicks through another page of his magazine, still trying to find a page that captivates him before he shifts in his laying position, having sunk again into the dip between the two couch cushions.
He hears somebody enter, sees them approach him from the corner of his eye, but tries to ignore it.
He only mumbles, “leave it on,” when he thinks they may be hovering closer to the television, and he looks up briefly as he turns to the next page. “Oh, hey.”















