Robert looked fit to explode when this funny chap barged in. “I wouldn't bother with that right now,” he said, “You wont get through. Now where... ah!” He headed towards the table.
“He just pushed in” said Mary, entering the room.
“Who the hell are you?” Robert asked.
“Call me Raven, everybody does.”
“Well Mister Raven...”
“Not Mister, just Raven.”
“Whatever,” I said, “What the hell are you doing in my home?”
“I'm here to help.” He pointed at the jigsaw photographs. “We'd better get those separated before they explode.”
