A young white police officer sits unconscious in a chair in your living room. His head rests on his chest, drool dripping from his mouth onto the collar of his black button up uniform shirt. Every few moments he stirs, coming closer to waking.

You become inpatient and slap him in the face, bringing him to life in a burst of panic. The first words from his mouth are “Fuckin fuck!?” as he quickly becomes aware of the situation. He notices me standing at the other end of the room, leaned against the doorway, eyeing him like an animal.