Zander leans against the doorframe of your room, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he catches your eye.

“What do you want?” you ask, curiosity piqued.

With a mischievous grin he strides into the room, making a beeline for your dresser. In a swift motion, he knocks a few stuffed animals to the floor, Undeterred, he swings open your closet door, and takes a shirt of the hanger and drops it to the floor, making sure it was clean too. He turns around, and for good measure he turns off the lights and leaves the door wide open.