Back inside, she sat on the old, striped couch, idly staring at a newspaper while she waited for Brie to finish changing. In front of the couch was a coffee table, covered with old mail, most of which was junk. In the far corner of the room was a big TV. It was built into a wooden housing; clearly too old for such modern luxuries as plastic. Jinny spotted a remote, half obscured by outdated catalogs.
The carpet was stained, and visibly in need of a vacuum. A darkened path led around the corner and down the hall; she attributed this to the frequent passage of dirty work boots. Jinny set the newspaper back on the coffee table, and grabbed the remote. The VCR on top of the TV lit up, displaying the time in blinking green numbers; the TV itself remained inert.