in the next hour or so, as they always are. They will want to come in, but you shouldn’t let them. You should never let them in; you should know what they can do. By now you’ve almost certainly bought the house. Your brain has probably been whizzing about, creating new synapses, six at a time, generating the image that this is the utopia of which you have always dreamed. However, you see, orchestrating problems comes naturally to children. You’ve almost certainly had the neighbours come over to visit and you’ve discussed the local area and people, but they won’t have told you. Why should they tell you? After all, it’s not like they’re your friends. This is the sixth district. You must have heard the stories. The first one is an underdeveloped male, a man without proportion in stature and emotion, his stare always fixed on a point exactly six feet behind you. He is flanked by his antithesis; her kindly, docile expression will draw you in, her sixth hair from the right always quivering. She’s the good cop, if you will, who is the captured angel to the right of the demon. She knows you’ll nod and smile and calmly reject a leaflet. She’ll accept this as an end to that certain eventuality, and will move on. You may assume a state of naivety at this point and hope for the best that they won’t return, but they will. They’ll always return. The male will make sure of that. I should help. Maybe I should remove them next time they knock on your door, take care of them, and take care of you. I should drag you out and take you somewhere safe. The concert hall perhaps? I can see you now, bent over the table, oblivious of what is to come, your ignorance of the impending danger spilling out over your white textile floor, mixing with all the soap and water, forming a wave of anxiety. It could hurtle down upon me at any moment. However, this is merely a possibility, a could-be moment. But frankly, if I’m brutally honest, I have no idea how you’re feeling. Maybe I should be a little more prudent, a little more wary. You would agree if you knew the character that I am. You may still
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