Int. bedroom, afternoon. White overhead lights illuminate a red room. Falling rain is heard and seen through the open curtains of a window.
RED sits on a loveseat with a wireless keyboard and mouse, browsing the internet on the large television opposite him.
[RED]
Fucking Christ.
(sighs)
No one's online. The only movies hitting streaming services are fucking holiday shit. YouTube –
(snorts, shakes head)
YouTube hasn't successfully suggested a video I wanted to watch in at least a week.
(looks outside)
And this weather's like a fucking prison sentence.
RED takes a deep breath. He stares blankly at the wall for several moments until, eventually, his right hand moves back to the wireless mouse.
Yeah, welcome to my November 24th.