We're in an immaculate, well-appointed penthouse that has everything: state-of-the-art kitchen, fire in the fireplace, modern but comfortable furniture, and big floaty letters in the living room that read "BOSTON MASSACHUSETTS." A guy in a blue dress shirt is at home alone, but when his wife calls from her car he lies and says he's about to get on a plane in fifteen minutes. He apologizes for the trip he's claiming to have to take, and for the crimp his sick mom is putting into their lives, but she's being pretty cool about it, and says she'll be home in about five minutes. Suddenly his TV comes on by itself and goes all staticky, and he says he's about to board. They wish each other happy anniversary and exchange I love yous before hanging up. Then he shuts off the tube and looks around the apartment suspiciously, unaware that a sinister shadow is passing behind him. Just then the front hallway light goes out. He lets the suspense build up before tuning it back on, but there's no one there, so he gets on with his life. What's left of it, anyway. He's just arranged a bouquet of roses with a card on the front table near the entrance. He walks back to the living room, pausing in confusion when the hallway light goes out again. He comes around the corner and flips the hallway light back on, revealing a man-shaped shadow standing there before him. And there are two strange things about this shadow. One is that it doesn't appear to be attached to an actual dude; it's just standing there. The other is that areas of it are undulating and pulsating in a very sinister way, so I think we can rule out the possibility that it belongs to Peter Pan. The guy freaks, of course, backing away as the apparition strides purposefully towards him. But he just ends up stumbling backward into a chair, experiencing an unexpected sit-down that takes him out of the frame. Although not entirely out of the episode.

Later, the man's wife comes home, sees the flowers, and reads the card: "Natalie -- I know how you like surprises...Happy Anniversary." She smiles and heads on into the living room, where she sees her husband still sitting in that armchair, blank and motionless. After a few seconds, she notices he's acting weird. Or rather, not acting at all. She takes a closer look. He looks just like himself, only totally inert. Starting to worry, she says his name and puts a hand on his arm. Or rather, through it, because she comes away with a handful of gray dust. She looks at it and backs away, screaming, "No! No! No!" as the place where she touched him continues to collapse into powder, the effect spreading throughout his body, clothes and all, until his head topples and bursts open on the floor like an ash-balloon. Happy anniversary! How you like surprises now, fancy lady?