INT. A KITCHEN IN LOS FELIZ -- MORNING
NOAH, hair unkempt, sits at the kitchen table, a small stack of losing POWERBALL TICKETS resting idly under a glass with a handful of posies.
He lifts his coffee mug. It's too light: empty.
Raising the mug over his head he tilts it back, the last drop slides slowly down the inside toward the lip and then FREEFALLS...
...right onto his SHIRT.