A rainy afternoon. A yuppie couple sleeps peacefully in each other's arms, but it's not just any yuppie couple. It's Ally McBeal's homeless ex-boyfriend and Christina Haag, an "actress" who dated JFK Jr. while they were at Brown -- nice to see she's getting work. The yuppie guy awakens briefly (or is he still dreaming?) to see an elderly man watching them from the foot of the bed. "Dad?" Yuppie Male calls out to the vision. The elderly man disappears and a baby can be heard crying. The woman complains that it's Sunday and she fed Cameron, the baby, an hour ago. Hon? Babies cry for reasons other than hunger, and your duties as a mother don't magically disappear because it's Sunday -- unless, of course your child should die in an auto accident. Whoops, I'm giving too much away here. "I thought my dad was in the room," says Yuppie Male. "Can he feed Cameron?" counters Yuppie Female. If you fed him an hour ago, maybe he needs to have his diaper changed -- no wonder John John dumped your ass. "I'll rest when I'm dead," says Yuppie Male. "You go back to sleep." Okay, you know that this guy is either evil or about to die, because anytime a TV show portrays a man letting his wife sleep while he takes care of the baby, there's something wrong. "One-one-one-two," says Yuppie Wife. They kiss. Maybe that's her PIN number and he's going to get to "make a deposit" later for being such a good daddy. He picks up the baby from the nearby bassinet and takes him out to "see how the Bruins did last night." He picks up the paper, cursing the paper boy for leaving the paper in a puddle. He puts the paper down in their sunroom next to a couple of stadium chairs that are the sort of thing yuppie sports fans collect. The left chair's number is "11." The right chair's number is "12." Also the paper, a broadsheet which we see is the Boston Herald, totally does not look like the real Boston Herald. The real Boston Herald is a Murdoch tabloid and a respectable Boston yuppie couple would subscribe to the Boston Globe. I grew up in Boston, so this annoys me. He gestures out the window toward all the NBC production assistants who are spraying water at the windows and talks to the baby about how hard it's raining. He's about to pour himself some coffee from the automatic timed coffee maker, but something is wrong with the coffee maker, I can't figure out what, so he drops the decanter in the sink and curses it. He looks menacingly out the window.