INT.WRITERS' ROOM.DAY
GILLIGAN sleeps with his head on a laptop at the end of a large table. He is jolted awake by a robovac bouncing off the leg of his chair and heading in another direction.
PANNING AROUND reveals the chronological-end of a decadent binge: staff sleeping on the floor; pizza boxes, popcorn, cigarette butts, and bottles & half-empty glasses lying around.
CLOSE UP of a mirror next to the laptop shows the reflection of an Emmy
On the laptop screen is a page with the title FELINA at the top, but otherwise blank.
GILLIGAN:
What the hell happened?
What the hell happened?