Suddenly a voice came from seemingly up-stairs.<br/><span style="color: #BF40BF">"Demyx!! Where are you!?!? You better not be playing that Sitar of yours."</span><br/>The man in the robe replied.<br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"What do you care?"</span><br/><span style="color: #BF40BF">"You cannot play it until you report in!"</span><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"I can't do <span style="font-style: italic">anything</span> until I report in"</span><br/><span style="color: #BF40BF">"Well have you?"</span><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"... yes its in my room"</span><br/><span style="color: #BF40BF">"Why is your room locked?"</span><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"... its what?"</span><br/><span style="color: #BF40BF">"its locked"</span><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"Well I didn't do that, I'll unlock it-- hang on"</span><br/>he got up and started feeling his coat<br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"Erm, I don't have the key"</span><br/><span style="color: #BF40BF">"...Well, find it!"</span>