Mark answers the door with his hands full of yarn and a harried look on his face.
The room behind him is strung--wall to wall--with more of the same, a tangled mess of yarn and pushpins and papers and the occasional demonic Rubiks cube. He is on the verge of a breakthough, he's sure of it. A breakthrough in what the narration has no idea.

"Make it quick. I'm a little busy, here."