A dark hotel room somewhere in middle America. The furniture, which it’s too dark to see, includes chairs and small tables, a TV, probably a desk, and a single king-sized bed that currently holds three breathing bodies. On the left lies a man, in the middle a girl, both on their sides and sleeping. On the right: a woman on her back, awake. Her eyes are either open and staring at the ceiling, or else closed; at any given moment, it’s one or the other. She lies perfectly still, not making a sound, but inside her head, things are busy. A lecture is about to begin.