As the door creaks on its hinges, a dirty shoe steps in on the carpet followed by another equally dirty shoe. Max looks over his shoulder to see a man in a denim jacket, jeans, and a would be polka dot t-shirt; all of which were covered in dirt.

    The man stands at the entrance and coughs up some dust while looking around. He makes eye contact with Max and locks on. Max jerks his head square with his shoulders and looks back down at his empty plate. He didn't like what he read on the cover of that man's face.

    He hears the sound of hurried footsteps behind him and prays it's the busser. The sound becomes louder and louder until it stops at his table and sits right in front of him and says, "So, now what?"

    Max looks up to see the dirty man sitting directly in his vision. Flabbergasted, he says, "Excuse me?"

    "What now?" The man said again.

    "I don't know what you're talking about."

    "Max… The "project" we've been working on for the past few days? Big brown box ring a bell?"

    "I don't know who you are, why are you talking to me? H-h-how do you know my name?"

    The dirty man leans in on the table and clenches his teeth as he says, "Don't do this to me. It's hard enough that Sara left and now you're disassociating with me? I don't get you man! You're unthinkable! No wonder you needed my help. Can't even retain a ****' identity." He throws himself back into his seat and continues, "Alright, here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to leave one key with you, and I'll take the other one. If you come to your senses and "suddenly realize" what's going on, you radio me on the CB. Okay? Here you go." He takes a single key off of a key ring and slaps it on the table as he stands and walks out of the restaurant in a blaze. All the while leaving Max to sit there stone faced and even more unsure of his situation.

    The waitress walks by as Max holds up his glass of O.J. and says, "Could you turn this into a Screwdriver?"