14k+ people watching it mid morning today.
A DARKENED ROOM. A MAN IS HUNCHED OVER A BANK OF DULLY GLOWING TELEVISION SCREENS AND COMPUTER MONITORS.
GRADUALLY WE SEE THAT WEATHERED AND LINED THOUGH HIS FACE IS, THIS IS A MAN YOUNGER THAN HIS WEARY VISAGE INITIALLY ADVERTISES.
"FOURTEEN.... FOURTEEN THOUSAND VIEWERS...?!"
HE SAYS THE WORDS AGAIN, PRODDING AND TESTING EACH SYLLABLE, AS IF EVERY ONE IS ALIEN TO HIM.
"FOURTEEN THOUSAND!"
A FAINT UPTURN AT THE EDGES OF HIS MOUTH THREATENS TO SHAVE YEARS OFF HIS PREMATURELY-AGED APPEARANCE, AS HIS STRAIGHTENS UP AND REACHES FOR A RELEPHONE TO THE SIDE OF HIS DESK.
"SWITCHBOARD? PUT ME THROUGH TO MRS GRIMES... TELL HER TO GO WAKE DARREN UP - I THINK I'VE GOT AN IDEA THAT CAN SAVE US!"
HE REPLACES THE RECEIVER AND SMILES TO HIMSELF.
A MOMENT PASSES, BEFORE THE BRIEF FLICKERING OF REBORN YOUTHFULNESS SINKS BACK INTO SUNKEN-EYED TERROR AS HE FRANTICALLY SEIZES THE PHONE, HOLLERING...
"TELL HER TO KNOCK FIRST... FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, KNOCK FIRST, MRS GRIMES!"