“Fritz!” Zooey yelled as she stumbled over a pile of coffee cups stacked in a pyramid. Black coffee spilled out onto the hardwood floor.

“Fritz!” Zooey continued to yell. The blinding light from the window mixed with her caffiene hangover made opening her eyes a challenge and she knocked over another dirty coffee cup tower, this time spilling water Fritz had been using for his latest watercolour painting. It fanned out from the toppled cups, spreading out over half finished paintings.

Zooey covered her face with her hands to block the light, and walked down the hall towards Fritz’s room. The door was cracked and she could her rustling sounds followed by a sharp crash.

“Fritz?” Zooey asked nervously, pushing the door open. The curtains had been knocked down to the floor and many of his paintings that had recently been strung along the walls were in heaps on the floor. A furry orange head stuck out from under the sheets on the bed and looked curiously out at Zooey.

“Mr. Williamson?”