(Open with Andy) I sit in my room, looking through the case files SHIELD gave me. "So much reading." I huff, reading through a file, examining the picture. "Hey Andy, you got a second?" I hear someone say, cracking my door. I look at them, sighing. "Not really." They begin closing the door, and I hold up a hand. "You might as well come in." They open the door and walk to my bed and sit on it.
Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast— Act 2 scene 2