John wakes up to his loud alarm on the nightstand; it 's the witching hour. His throat feels as though he is roaming the Sahara desert, so he makes a tough decision: getting out of bed. The kitchen is downstairs. And downstairs, specifically, is where he hears the familiar voice of his late wife, Jane, who had long passed away.

Meeting someone shouldn't be difficult. Meeting anyone shouldn't.

In a late evening in California, a man was enjoying his time alone in an empty house next to the beach. A few minutes later, his phone buzzed in the kitchen.