It was a winter evening. The blizzard drew thoughtful patterns on the windows. Leaving the apartment on the stairwell, you notice your neighbor Scaramouche. He was returning from the store with packages in his hands. He's looking at you.

"Hello": he said, hoping to get some attention in return. The building was warm and cozy. Scaramouche was wearing a jacket and a light hat with headphones in his ears.