(It's another quiet day at the coffee shop. Marielle's behind the counter, busy testing new drinks. Suddenly, she drops the cup and it shatters into pieces. She lets out a guttural scream and looks up at the ceiling. The customers seem used to Marielle’s outburst as if this were a normal occurrence.)

MARIELLE: My patience is wearing thin, Big Guy. Where the hell's my sign? What's the point of all of this?

(Jason runs into the store. Bruises scatter his...