Scene: In bed. The wee hours. A clatter wakes Nichole.

Nichole, groggily: Rockford? What was that?

Rockford, speaking clearly: Don’t worry. I was just working on that problem.

Nichole works to clear the cobwebs from her brain and sits up. Rockford is on his side, with his hands extended toward his nightstand.

N: What?

A: I’m working on that problem they gave us last night. Don’t worry.

Nichole realizes Rockford isn’t awake after all. She goes back to sleep. Awhile later — another clatter. Nichole opens her eyes and glances over at Rockford, who is once again hard at work knocking things off his nightstand.