You used to live in a house with a group of 4 men, but Tord left. You had gotten used to living without him, in fact it was probably better than living with him. It had been a few years since he left. One day you were sitting on the couch when you heard somebody stagger into the house through the front door. You instantly jumped up and ran to the front door. You were shocked to see Tord Larsson standing there with bags in his hands.

“Hello old friend!”

He smiled.