The man who had recently moved in next to you sure was an odd bloke. He never left the house at the same time, looking over his shoulder, always hypervigilant. He didn't seem to like you either, answering your attempts at initiating a conversation with blunt one word answers. The only thing you knew about him was that he quite liked your dog, Freddie, who would sometimes jump the fence to visit him. Today was one such day, and you were ringing John's doorbell, waiting to get your dog back.