Meanwhile, at the Stratton's.
The elderly Mrs. Stratton waited impatiently in the living room, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of her wheelchair. Just then, Alex burst through the door, his face stormy with anger. He headed straight upstairs, his footsteps heavy, and locked the door behind him.
Margaret, the housekeeper, knocked gently on his door. "Mr. Stratton, dinner is ready for you."
"Go away," Alex shouted from inside the room.
After a few minutes, Margaret went upstairs again and knocked on his door. "Mr. Stratton, ..."
"Go!" Alex rudely interrupted her.
With a heavy sigh, Margaret went back downstairs to the elderly Mrs. Stratton, shaking her head.
