When they fade up again, Brian, sleepy, is still staring out the window. He has moved the wooden chair and his legs are resting on it. He looks at his watch. Ten minutes until two. Maybe even after three.
Nobody ever does anything on time anymore.
He yawns and stretches and stares out the window. He wakes suddenly and glances at his watch, then out the window. I wasn't out five minutes. He looks uneasily around the room, then rises from the chair. He circles the room carefully.