Noah stood up from the couch, scratching his stomach. He made sure to yawn—a wide, jaw-cracking yawn that would look convincing in 4K resolution.
"I'm going to bed," he announced to the empty room.
He walked to the hall closet. He opened the door, rummaging through the pile of coats and board games.
"Where is it?" he muttered, loud enough for the microphone in the thermostat to pick up. "Ah. There you are."
He pulled out a brightly colored box: TURBO RACER 3000. It was a cheap plastic RC car he’d bought for his nephew’s birthday next week.
He carried the box into the bathroom and closed the door.
He locked it.
"Blind spot secured," Noah whispered.
He turned on the faucet. The sound of rushing water filled the small tiled room, masking the noise of him tearing the cardboard box open
