To 35 Stewart Drive, of course, which is apparently, located in the woodsy, rustic portion of New York City. The house itself is a cabin, and after a knock at the door offers no answer, Sam lets himself in. The room itself is modestly appointed, with a table at the center of the room holding both a chessboard and a telephone. You know what they say in filmmaking school -- if you're going to put a telephone and a chessboard on the screen, one of them had better ring before the scene ends. In this case, it's the phone. Sam decides to pick up, while the deer antler chandelier flickers creepily above him. "Hello, Sam," the not-in-the-least-bit-unsettling voice on the other end of the line says. "You're doing a good job, Sam. But I need you to do something for me... I need you to go to the basement." "Why?" Sam asks, but the Voice doesn't think Sam needs any reason. "The basement, Sam," the Voice repeats. "Across the room behind you. I need you to go down to the basement, Sam." And that's where we leave things. Well, you can just rock my ass to sleep until January 2009.