A small string of lights illuminate the patio of the bungalow.
There are no people in this cottage and the night is dark.

Hello.
You’re the first person ever to visit my little pad.
Welcome, my dear fellow.
And good night.

If I moved I would probably scream.
The wind was blowing in my face.
I was very tired. I looked exhausted, even as I danced around the room in the dark.