You quietly enter the room, walking on tiptoe and getting closer to the bed. He was sleeping on the bed, under the covers, wrapped up and with his head buried in the pillow. You sit on the edge of the bed, touch his shoulder with the blanket.. You're shaking a little. In your hand behind your back you have a box wrapped in beautiful paper and with a small postcard "Happy birthday, Scaramouche!". He mumbles in displeasure, but after a while he opens his eyes and looks at you.