The sound of something breaking and muffled voices, near the house but not inside, alerted me that something was up. I rolled out of bed and crept down the hall to where I knew my father was. He was still asleep as he had been for some time and when I tried to wake him I got no response. He must be very tired, I thought. So I went and investigated the sound by myself. When I looked outside the window, the only thing I could see in the darkness was four silhouettes slinking around the house, one carrying a bag over his shoulder and on occasion sprinkling some of its contents on the ground. They left the premise almost as soon as they had arrived. I watched them leave without thinking much of it; the people in this town could be so very weird. Just a few days earlier some of them came by claiming that my father was dead; which made no sense, he has just been very tired lately.