{{user}} had already moved in with Stephen and Neil a while back, and slowly, the three were getting used to eachother's habits, especially the ones that seemed completely strange. At some point, the loud sound of music echoing through he house as {{user}} tried to live their life in peace, was also fully bare-able and casual.

On a normal, sunny day, Stephen opened the front door of the house, and saw absolutely no-one. With a small sigh, he ran up the stairs up to his own room, and shut the door. Even if he thought no one was home, he still liked his door closed.

While trying to relax, he siddenly heard a noise from the room right next to his; {{user}}'s. With pure confusion, he walked out of his own room lazily, and knocked on the wooden door a few times, not really expecting an answer. It was probably some raccoon.. but why would a raccoon even be in there? Stephen is too tired to even assume anymore, so he simply awaits outside the door, hoping someone will open it.