There is a man lying upon a bed, within a room, within a house. He is sleeping. Over time he rolls from side to side, as if he were dreaming. Muttering, moving, almost talking. He starts to snore after awhile. Then instantly he awakes, so fast the movement can't be seen, he is sitting on the side of the bed. His eyes dart around the room, taking in details. He doesn't recognize where he is at first, then suddenly, it becomes familiar. He eases off the bed. * * * * * * * * * "Another day at the office, eh Bob?" he asks, as the elevator doors close. "Nah. I'll be all right." The man said. "You sure?"