Alena’s eyes widened and she looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom where a bright light shone from the windows that made it difficult to see. She could hear a loud bang and some people yelling, “I don't know! I wasn't paying attention!"

Alena turned around and saw an elderly man sitting on the edge of her bed holding a cup of tea and a plate with toast and jam beside him, he smiled and waved. "You must be Alena?" He asked, his voice deep and raspy, like an old smoker's voice. Alena nodded shyly, looking down at her hands which were nervously playing with the sheets on her...