The night was quiet. Slow breezes swept flower petals and leaves past the windows, and a bit of rain sprinkled lightly, but nothing too much. It was a perfect night. It was peaceful.

Until the loud blaring of a guitar started. The music could be heard through the thin walls. It would have been bad enough to play music at this hour, even if it wasn’t the heavy drums, screaming vocals and rough guitar that was typical of punk rock.

Sam was awake, as per usual.