February 1, 2019. Broadway and 69th. New York City, New York.
Today – tonight – it starts with a man in a diner, sitting in a small booth for two, alone, listening to some Billy Joel on the diner's stereo system as it closes in on midnight.
The man is clutching a piece of paper in his hand, which if not folded over on itself could be seen to read:
If you're not happy, and you're here, then you're here for a reason. And that reason is that you want to be happy. If you knew how to make yourself happy, you wouldn't be here.
Underneath those words there are two little boxes. Next to one of the boxes it reads, “True”; next to the other box it reads “False”.
A rather expensive looking fountain pen sits gleaming on the table where soon a plate of french fries covered in cheese and gravy will be. Unfolding the paper the man pauses over it briefly, picks up the pen and, with a sigh, places a surreptitious little check mark in one of the little boxes.
That is how it starts, now.