Hanna F. Cross

[The device gets turned on when Hanna moves to grab the tv remote. He's curled up on the couch, wrapped in several blankets, Little Sam sleeping by his side with his head on Hanna's lap. He looks exhausted and sort of grey, and his nose is red. Very, very red.

It's a red lightbulb that flickers every time he sneezes.]

Sammy, there's nothing on tv today...why are Tuesdays the days with the most dead air?

[He sounds conjested, and Little Sam barks in response.]

Ugh...I'll get up and get a movie...Manos okay? I've got the MST3K version...

[Little Sam barks again, making Hanna smile as he scratches his dog's ears.]

...gonna make some tea too...feel like ugh....