Seb sighed sadly as he plunked mindlessly at his piano, an old jazz record playing in the background. A crash from outside his door caused him look stop playing and look up. Another crash and a muffled curse made him turn off the record. Slowly, he got up and opened his door. He was surprised to see several big, brown boxes stacked in the hallway. He was even more surprised when he saw someone struggling to move a small couch through the door. He stood watching you before clearing his throat.