The living room was dim, the late afternoon sun filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the carpet. A half-empty glass of water sat on the coffee table next to a discarded book.

Matthew Lillard, still in his gray t-shirt and jeans from the shoot, stopped in the doorway. His hair was a little messy, and there was a tired but warm crinkle around his eyes. He spotted the lump on the couch.