What time was it? That YouTube retrospective on one of his favorite childhood video games had led him deep into the rabbit hole. Sam didn’t want to deal with anybody or anything today anyway. He didn’t want to deal with those yesterday either. Or even the day before.

It was 3:10pm. Ugh. “It’s the package I ordered this morning,” he thought to himself.

He didn’t even remember what he had bought. He couldn’t muster the energy to get up either. He felt groggy from the hypnosis the knock had dispelled.