Its 1am and the house is quiet except for a curius thumping of headboard against wall from Julia's new bed. A slow wip crack and a quiet moan could just be heard from inside Julias wardrobe.
Robbie's back from Cornwall, he sits on the girlies window sill gazing in through the moonlight.
Derek: PSSST Robbie! Find your own window sill, I've been here for 5 days.
Robbie's cold. He smiles and sidles up to Derek unerving him greatly before acccidently grabbing Dereks coat, pushing him off.
Robbie can see through the window better now, all spaces underneath the girlies beds are taken. There seems nothing for it but the hope of a parachute flight curtousy of Derek's coat.
Robbie plans an arial landing on Julias bed, he feels she will be pleased to wlecome him back so early in the morning.
Robbie removes clothes to make himself lighter and launches himself head first through the glass window, chequered curtains wrapping round his head, arab style, and rather fetchingly he thinks, as Julias bed looms up.
Robbie lands on a soft mound.

OWWWWE! came a muffled voice.
BB summons Robbie in the morning after strange nightime events.
BB: ROBBIE! A frozen Derek was taken to hospital this morning and cameras caught a glimse of Yasa Arafat running through the girlies room last night.
CB was seen walking rather peculiarly at breakfast and Julia looked a little crushed, munching her dry cornflakes.
Anything to do with you?
Umm.....no.
Robbie.