The snow fell subltly. Tom waited. He was in the  futuristic flat.The phone rang. He picked it up and listened intently. He crossed the room angrily. He picked up the suitcase with a sly look. He opened the door and slammed it behind him. He went outside, infuriated and stared blankly at the sky.

In case there was a bad smell I bought a gas mask.Since there was no one there I took my time.Whenever it was scary I played my trombone.