With a flourish of his drumsticks, Shekhar looked around the empty room.

It was just the way he liked it.  His clothes were on the chair, ready for when he wanted to wear them again. The box of books was right next his reading chair and his computer had finally come to life. Mum was out – she had a meeting to go to – so he could take as much ice-cream as he wanted.

And yet, in all of this perfection, he waited.