Still frowning I opened my bedroom door, the smell of pancakes and coffee hit me straight away and my mouth began watering. But Lizzie couldn’t cook to save her life, she didn’t even know how to use a can opener. It had only been recently that Id introduced her to the microwave, which was very useful to her because all she had to do was peel a lid off and occasionally stir something.

I walked out of my room and turned to go to the bathroom, but instead someone walked straight into me. I jumped back startled I looked up at the tall, strange man staring down at me.

Who the ***** are you? I said in a small voice, backing up slowly.

He held his hands up in defence, a shocked look on his face also.

Hey woah, chill you must be Trixie.

Yeah and you are?

He lowered his hands and a lazy smile spread across his lips. He looked friendly enough, but that still wasn’t a good enough reason to be in my flat.

Im Colin, you passed out last night before I could introduce myself.

I straightened up, his name rang a bell. And not because it was a name which I always found slightly amusing, but something else. I rubbed my head, giving him an apologetic look.

Sorry, I just woke up and Im suffering from temporary memory loss.

Im not surprised, I don’t know how much you drank but its a wonder you even woke up this morning. he said, moving past me.

I watched as he sat down on the sofa and opened a newspaper as if he had done it a million times before. OK, that was strange. I continued to move towards the bathroom wondering if anything else was going to jump out at me. I could hear the shower was on but I needed the loo really bad.

Lizzie, Im going to the loo don’t freak out! I called before opening the door.

I averted my eyes from the figure behind the frosted glass door of the shower and went to the toilet as quickly as I could. At the sink I washed my hands and was drying them on a towel when I heard the glass door of the shower open.