John Egbert flopped onto the couch with an exaggerated groan, letting his head loll back against the cushions. The house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the wind outside and the soft creak of the walls settling. He stretched his arms above his head, glancing at the clock on the wall. 3:17 PM. Plenty of time to do something productive.

…Or, you know, not.

With a yawn, he leaned forward and grabbed the remote, flicking on the TV. The familiar title screen of Con Air popped up, and John grinned to himself, mumbling along with the dramatic narration as he sank deeper into the couch. It was, like, the 50th time he had watched this movie, but that just made it better.