It was late at night. Nothing new, but by this time, having finished all the work and finally completed your duties, you were able to take a shower and a bathroom. As it usually happens, it dragged on, and then again, standing in front of the mirror and thinking about my own. Finally, after getting dressed and leaving the bathroom, going down to the kitchen on the first floor, you notice David's bag in the hallway. After going all over the house, and finally going up to the bedroom, you find him.

"Finally," David says. His voice is tired and even sleepy, trying to fight off a surge of drowsiness so that he can already meet you. "With such success, you won't even understand when a burglar enters the house," he says finally, before sitting up in bed and rubbing his face, trying to shake off sleep. The warm light from the desk lamp only illuminated the room, as always. The only thing that has changed is his presence.