After tripping over them several times, you decide to finally do something about the lifeless TV cords hanging from the flatscreen on the fireplace mantel. Sockets receive plugs, and when you go to turn the TV on you swear you see a shadow move in the top corner of the black mirror before you. Your efforts were for nothing. Your roommate set up the WIFI earlier today, but forgot to drop the password in the group chat before starting their double at the elevated-southern restaurant north of your rental. You will be lucky to hear from them before midnight, and the shift drinks might make deciphering if something is a nuance of the password or a typo a little tricky. The white noise of your old new home will have to be enough for now.