In a narrow room, I was dancing Vivaldi on a hip hop base. My feet were moving so fast, I was impressed with myself. Flavia, who despises me, compliments my improved dancing skills.

It’s raining outside and when I look outside the window, I see an apartment full of sheep and I get anxious about the hygiene standards of that flat, so much that I break in. To my surprise, all the surfaces were clean. I realise that I have to get out without getting caught.