He put the disc back in. This time, the menu had changed. No more featurettes. Just one option:
But this was Season 5. He’d heard the murmurs. “The worst season.” “The one where the show outpaced the books and stumbled.” Leo didn’t care. He was a purist—not for quality, but for ritual. The DVD commentary, the behind-the-scenes featurettes, the isolated score track. Streaming could never give you that.
Then he flipped the box over. The special features.
He turned off the TV. Ejected the disc. Slid it back into the sleeve.
But as he walked to his bedroom, he could have sworn he heard something faint from the living room. Not the theme music.