"What the hell!" Kyle exclaimed, half falling off the bed in a whirl of papers and pencils as the sudden appearance of some strange girl from the room's walk in closet scared the hell half out of him. "Who the hell are you and what are you... oh." He stopped abruptly and picked himself up, standing and brushing down his clearly good quality, middle of the road designer clothes down and starting to pick up the papers, placing them in a pile on the bed. Each held a different sketch. Mostly abstract, with interesting use of colour. Few were actually finished. "You tried to leave, didn't you?" he asked her.