[[Matt sits at a table, trying to write something. He had a glass of beer. He's sweating from the heat and from his hallucinations.]]
[[We see the lower half of Ian's body as he scrapes some food into the trash, and JM, blurry, sits in the background.]]
JM: Hey, don't throw that away. We can use it for the demon.
Ian: What demon?
[[JM stands by the window-mounted air conditioner. The top of the air conditioner is open and a pitch-black critter is looking out from it.]]
JM: This is Maxwell.
Maxwell: Hi.
JM: He shunts "hot" molecules outside and cool ones into the house. Saves a bunch on electricity.
[[Maxwell, on left, talks to JM, on right. Between then we see Matt in the background.]]
Matt: Twenty minutes ago I was fighting snails over San Diego, so I'm pretty sure this is a hallucination.
Maxwell: I refute the second law of thermodynamics.
JM: The hell you do. Get back in the box.