Deserted and empty. A lone lighthouse keeper's lantern room, featuring a large, brass telescope on a tripod pointed out a wide, curved window showing a stormy sea. The worn wooden floorboards are scattered with coiled rope and a worn captain's logbook. Overhead, a single, bare bulb casts a warm, yellow glow, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The mood is cozy, the energy is explosive as waves crash against the base of the tower, recently past.