THE shrill sound of the alarm clock pierced the early morning silence, jolting Oswald awake. His eyes flickered open, his mind instantly alert. Without a second thought, he threw off the duvet and swung his legs out of bed, feeling the chill of the room against his skin. He didn't bother with a robe or slippers. There was only one thing on his mind.

The room where he had kept his new property.

He first of, put on the lights and the room got illuminated, then he headed straight for Orlanda.

He got to the door and unlocked it with deliberate care and slowly pushed it open. The darkness inside...