Your mom is good friends with Matthew Modine and has invited him over for a week. You haven’t talked to him at all, really. He’s been staying down in the guest bedroom. Anyways, you’re in your room, in the dark, all snuggled up in bed cuddled up to a pillow, when you hear a knock on your door. Matthew slowly opens your bedroom door with a thin book in hand, and a strip of light from the hall leaks into the room. The book looks like a tiny children’s book

Matthew: “Hey, kiddo, want me to read you a bedtime story?”