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breathing slowly deepened and she gave in to sleep. He often sat for a while after Jenny had disappeared to dreamland, lights and dark glasses both off, watching his beloved sister as she slept. Jenny had been an unexpected addition to the family, a very welcome addition as far as Louis was concerned, although he remembered his constant worries over his mother's state of health during her pregnancy. Still at school himself at the time, he had relied even more than usual on the protective eye of Sarah Lonsdale. Happily, when Jenny had been born just over six years previously, she was totally unscathed by her mother's unhealthy lifestyle. Louis absolutely adored his sister and made sure that Jenny's life was as full of as much love and fun as possible.
    Louis felt quite chilled by the time he finally roused himself from Jenny's bedside. Must be because I've been sitting still for so long, Louis thought as he opened the bathroom door with a view to warming up in a hot bath.
    When Louis recalled the next few moments of his life it seemed to him as though time slowed to a virtual standstill, so shocked was he by the scene that greeted him. Instead of the big, friendly bathroom with its freestanding bath and antique iron fireplace, so familiar to Louis all his life, there was a room he'd never seen before. It wasn't an unpleasant room, but that didn't make it any less alarming to Louis. Itwasn't his family home's bathroom where his family home's bathroom should be, and that shocked Louis to the core. Luckily for the sake of Louis's delicate eyes, still unprotected by their dark glasses, the room was as dim as the unlit landing behind him.
    Glancing back over his shoulder Louis found that, yes, the landing was still behind him.
    Glancing again into the space that should have contained the bathroom, Louis was dismayed to find that the room was still as unfamiliar as it had been a few seconds before. Never renowned for his decisiveness, Louis remained where he was, clinging desperately on to the doorframe as if that were his last connection with reality, while his shocked brain made a valiant attempt to take in the scene before him.
    As already mentioned, the room was not unpleasant; indeed, it looked rather luxurious. Beautiful silk curtains framed two large sash windows. Deep, exotic rugs covered sanded and sealed floorboards on either side of a large four-poster bed, and the furniture in the room was clearly of the highest quality. All this impressed itself into the back of Louis's mind, but the luxury of the room dimmed into insignificance at the sight of the young man on the bed. Tall and slim, he was laying sprawled on top of the quilt, eyes closed and forehead creased in concentration. Louis took in light-brown, shoulder-length hair and well-defined features before the man's eyes opened and he looked directly at Louis.
    Louis had a moment to notice two things about the other man's eyes; they were exactly the same colour as his hair and they were filled with anger. Almost as soon as Louis's eyes made contact with those of the stranger, the scene faded from view, and the Trevelyan family bathroom was back in its rightful place.
    Half an hour later Sarah came up the stairs to check on the frail Nicola Trevelyan, and was surprised to find Louis clinging to the doorway of the bathroom.
    â€˜Louis, darling?’ said Sarah, laying a gentle hand on Louis's shoulder, her eyes widening in alarm as he jumped violently. ‘Are you feeling OK, love?’
    â€˜Sarah,’ gasped Louis, finally letting go of the bathroom doorframe and grabbing hold of her soft arms instead. ‘Have you ever seen anything…er…weird in the bathroom?’
    â€˜Weird, love? What do you mean by weird?’
    â€˜Well, has it ever turned into a room that's not the bathroom? With a bloke in it? Looking cross?’ Even as he spoke, Louis realised how ridiculous his words must sound to the down-to-earth Sarah.
    However, Sarah's reaction