Look at him sitting there on his couch watching the tele without a care in the world. It was easy to get into his bedroom. The skylight slipped open with ease. Thanks to the newly downloaded info I was able to drop the fifteen feet and flex the different muscles in my legs on impact so that there was no more sound than the close of the pub door downstairs. Through the crack in the door I can see all the way to the living room. As he wraps up his viewing, I slip back to the chair in the corner. The tele goes off and it’s dead quiet. I hate the quiet. I bring up the new single I download and let it drone in the back of my head. Anything to kill the silence. The door opens and he walks in. He sits on the bed without even seeing me.

“Hi Doc, Miss me?â€?