The coach sits, ready to go. The master is in the mansion, fixing his top hat and getting his walking cane. Meanwhile, the haar has descended on the ancient village, the roaring fire keeps things warm inside as the Moon makes an appearance and the birds leave for the day.

The big old house is almost empty yet even when it’s empty it’s never truly empty. It’s never somewhere you might fully feel ‘alone’. That’s a good thing is it not? There’s always company. Always someone, something to keep you feeling there is nothing and nobody there but you. That’s home is it not? Or is it.

That depends on your viewpoint. That depends on whether you want to be alone, whether you think you are alone and whether you have a choice in the matter. Sleep well in the house…