"Would you kindly flip that for me dear?" Asked a voice to nobody in particular from the corner of the kitchen. Sitting in a rather out of sight wooden chair, just beneath the light of another window, a suited figure holding a lightly wrinkled news paper from around the 1940's. Gloved hands held the paper just above crossed legs and in front of the mans visage. "I'd appreciate it if you cleaned your hands first." Declared the man, turning the page.