The lodger stepped up his banging at the doors. He pushed against the walls with his tiny limbs. He would rather stay within, where it was cosy and warm. But it was time to go.

After what felt like hours, things started happening rapidly. His home closed in on him squeezing him out. He glided through a tunnel and glimpsed light at its end. In vain he tried to look back on the home he shall never see the inside of again. 

Suddenly, it was too bright. He shivered with the cold. Sounds that had hitherto been muffled sounded eerily clear. Then a voice spoke. Too loudly.

  ''Congratulations Mrs. Jones. He's perfect, isn't he? What a little screamer though!''