He wasn't wearing sunglasses. And he wasn't moving. He was just... waiting for Leo to come over and hold him up.
The door creaked open. There, standing in the dim light of the hallway, was a man in a rumpled linen suit and a loud Hawaiian shirt. His skin was a waxy, pale blue, and his head leaned at an impossible angle against his shoulder.
The final line of the subtitle file sat static on the screen, the timestamp extending into infinity:
00:00:12,200 --> 00:00:15,800 THE PIZZA YOU ORDERED IS COLD. DON'T BOTHER WITH THE DOOR.