In a dimly lit room with closed windows, a bulletin board displayed photos, documents, and threads of yarn connecting the images. On the images and sheets, question marks and words were written using a red ball pen. A man was in the room, typing on his laptop at his desk, which held an action figure of an alien and several magazines. He looked from his laptop to the bulletin board and back again.

"Hmm!- are they watching me...? I doubt it... but there is a chance."

The man's tone was paranoid as he would reach under his desk and fiddle with a crude radio-detecting device, tuning it a little before he sat up straight once again and looked back into the laptop file, typing on it.

"I should get some better batteries..."