Mr. Wrightman lies down on his bed with his arms across his chest to align his psychic energies. Though he has tried to explain to his wife with no success, he is a believer of ritual where order can appease the disorderliness of life. He assesses the mess on his wife bed, wrappers, cigarettes, fruit rinds, with dismay. His wife tells him that his sleeping position is unnatural and asks if he is “really asleep.” He is bothered by her comments of disbelief about him really sleeping, and is the forced to play “the game” with her.

He is tasked with guessing the object that she is thinking of, with some clues, but has difficulty. Susan grows tired of the game and starts falling asleep when Mr. Wrightman gets frustrated, and aggressively forces his wife upright. Susan tells him that she was thinking of the corners of the room, and Mr. Wrightman yells in anger at the misleading nature of her clues.

The couple argues and lies down in separate beds. Fred then tries to reconcile and reason with Susan but she giggles it off. Fred continues to muse about whether or not a corner is classified as an object.