The room stood in darkness, silence as evident as the stars in the cloudless sky; the only source of light was the moon shining in through the blinds. The door leading in from the hall creaked slowly open; the stiff hinges loudly complaining about being disturbed so early in the morning. The room's visitor was a short, slim figure, hooded under a dark cloak that brushed the floor and wearing white gloves that could have been a scientist's. The stranger looked around. The west wall was covered with pictures, from framed and faded black and white, to more recent coloured photographs. The figure walked over to the wall and inspected the mosaic of pictures. Each displayed the same man, in some he had hair, and in the more recent it was gone. The newest pictures showed the man being embraced by three children; the eldest didn't look over the age of twelve. The figure lifted the picture off the wall to get a better look. He then put it back and turned to inspect the rest of the room. It was of an average size, a psychiatric couch sitting against the opposite wall beside an armchair. A large wooden desk stood in front of three windows covered with white blinds. The stranger headed to the windows and gazed through the blinds at the Warner Brothers water tower. He glanced back into the room for a moment, then back at the tower before turning on his heel and heading silently out of the room. The door closed softly, and the room was once again silent, dark, and just as it was before the stranger came. Only one thing in it was any different; a picture missing from the wall.