Camera! Speed! Action!
I got an envelope in my mailbox from my parents, and from the looks of it, the way it's folded over and meticulously taped to the exact proportions of a photograph, from its heft and density, it's probably photos from my brother's wedding. They have taken to sending me photos from my last visit. I wonder if they've noticed the recent silence; not uncommon, but that it was more pregnant this time, have they sensed something, that they just dodged a bullet of learning? They're learning anyway. Did they notice that I didn't deposit the last check they gave me? I turn the envelope a few times around in my hand. I look up at the director with a puzzled look on my face. Am I supposed to open it? What's my motivation?

"Cut!!"