After a stressful day, he had finally arrived at the front door.

It was very cold. The fog had settled everywhere.

He began leafing through the large set of keys. He felt his fingers shrink more and more.

He couldn't find the key.

He immediately withdrew his hands into his coat and waited for them to warm up. He began to peer around.

There was not a soul around.

With his fingers warm again, he returned to the frantic search; but something stopped him.
Out of the corner of his eye he tried to see if there was someone else, but nothing. He looked back at the door.
He heard soft footsteps, distant from him. He took courage and turned.

He saw a figure walking briskly, had his hands ambushed in a coat and his head was peeking out under...