When Ron heard the piano music, this time, he was ready. He ran out of the dormitory and down the hall towards the music, quietly, as not to wake the matron.

8,9,10. Ron ran faster.

11,12,13. As he ran past Room 13, the music stopped. Ron skidded to a halt, and went back. It figured. It always had to be in Room 13. Ron opened the door.

Inside sat a man at a piano. He had on a tuxedo, and his hair was neatly smoothed with tonic.His back was to Ron.He had not yet resumed his playing, but was just sitting and looking at the sheet music in front of him.

All caution thrown to the wind, Ron yelled “Who are you, and what have you done to Ben!”

Without turning around, the man replied, in a voice as smooth as silk, “I have been watching you with great interest, Ron”