An attractive woman in her late thirties is seated on a couch with her feet tucked under her watching television. A man with gray hair who appears considerably older than her is seated on the other end of the couch. There’s only a foot or two of space separating them but the viewer senses there might as well be a wall there. The woman is holding a drink in her hand. She finishes it off and immediately pours herself another from the three-quarters empty bottle on the end table beside her. The husband watches her pour the drink. She turns to meet his eyes, as if daring him to say a word. He stares fixedly at her until she turns back to the TV. The room is dark. He gets up and walks away into the shadows. A moment later we hear a door close.