I have no interest in the outside world, nor do I welcome any reminder of it.
Earlier on they informed me of their plans for the evening. My response to this was swift and just. I smiled politely, walked over and smashed a vase over The Stranger’s head.
It was only when The Stranger lay motionless on my floor that I noticed their jumper was a similar colour to my living room carpet. I must confess to approving of her taste in knitwear.