The sound of water running woke him from his light doze. Still only half-awake, he lay listening for a moment, attempting to determine its source. As time relieved him of his grogginess, it became quite obvious that the water must be coming from the kitchen sink, because the bathrooms were all two floors above where he lay on the couch in the basement. He sat up and looked at the clock mounted on the wall behind him. 3:27 flashed in fluorescent digital notation.
What on Earth is some one doing in the kitchen at this hour?