It's a quiet room. Your computer hums patiently as you click your mouse and find new places on the internet. You lean back.
BOOM! I burst into the room, hair discheveled and eyes wild with panic.
"It's coming!" I shout, then run over to you, gripping your shoulders. "It's coming!"
I whip my head around toward the door, in fear, and with one last yelp, I fling myself headlong through your window and I'm gone.
A few seconds pass. A bit of glass dislodged in the window works its way free and falls with a tink.
There's a knock at the door. You turn to see a UPS guy with a box fulla thanks.
"Are you ah the guy that did that watch for that guy? This is for you."