A man, who wasn't there, flitted in through the open window.
The room was drenched in darkness, which was good. He was only there in darkness.
He glanced around the room, a saw the figures of four sleeping people sprawled on the floor. Well three were sleeping; the other was more…Meditating.
A huge grin spread across the man-who-wasn't-there's face.
They'd come home from solving a successful crime, like always. They'd hadn't know what hit them, literally.
The annoying blonde boy was the first; he'd collapsed before he'd even walked through the door.
The next was the scarred, big man and the pretty, blonde girl. He'd stretched out on the sofa, yawning and the girl had snuggled up in his arms. They were out as soon as their head's touched the soft material.
Next was the turn of the dark haired girl. She had looked out the window, yawned and fallen back, landing on the floor with a soft thump.
Last, but not least, was the skeleton. He'd done something that looked like yawning and stretched, made to sit on the armchair and collapsed on the floor.
The man who wasn't there grinned, if it was possible.
Carefully stepping over the motionless bodies, sleeping peacefully, he moved round his prizes. His movements were impossibly graceful, if you were to watch him you would have thought he was some sort of dancer. Except that was not the case, as things that aren't really there cannot move clumsily for they leave no mark, there was also the small problem of how you can not see him, for he is not there. Effortlessly he glided over the sleeping boy, passed out on the floor.
The boy's face was calm, emotionless. He placed his long, slender fingers on his head and closed his eyes. Grinning he bent down to the boy's ear.
"Pleasant dreams."